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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,
I Bard. Well met, corporal Nym.
that is the rendezvous of it. Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph.”
Bard. It is certain, corporal, that he is mar. Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you friends
ried to Nell Quickly: and, certainly, she did you wrong;
for you were troth-plight to her. Nym. For my part, I care not : I
Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles ;
may: men may sleep, and they may have their but that shall be as it may. I dare not fight;
throats about them at that time; and, some say, but I will wink, and hold out mine iron : It is a
knives have edges. It must be as it may: though simple one; but what though? It will toast
patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. cheese; and it will endure cold as another man's
There must be conclusions. Well, I cannot tell. sword will: and there's an end. Bard. I will bestow a breakfast to make you
Enter Pistol and Mrs. QUICKLY. friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers Bard. Here comes ancient Pistol, and his to France; let it be so, good corporal Nym.
a Mason would read "die as I may.” It is not necessary, we think, to make Nym's common-places antithetical.
• The folio, by a typographical error, has name instearl a Bardolph, according to some commentators, ought to be
We find the true word in the quartos. This corporal and not lieutenant." 1 hey have overlooked
shows the proper use of those incomplete editions-the corthe tone of authority which he uses both to Pistol and Nym. rection of printers' mistakes, but not the abolition of the It appears from an old MS. in the British Museum, that author's improvements. amongst the canonniers serving in Normandy in 1435, were
c The quartos have "Enter Pistol and Hostess Quickly wm. Pistail and R. Bardoll,
wife :-good corporal, be patient here.—How DOW, mine host Pistol ?
Pist. Base tike, a call'st thou me host ?
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. [Nyu drars his suord.] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not here. Now we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed, Good lieutenant Bardolph
Bard. Good corporal, offer nothing here.
Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prickeared cur of Iceland.2
Quick. Good corporal Nym, shew thy valour, and put up thy sword.
Nya. Will you shog off? I would have you Bolu.
[Sheathing his sword. Pist. Solus, egregious dog ? O viper vile ! The solus in thy most marvellous face; The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat, And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw,
And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth!
gm. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently well: If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I fair terms: if you would walk off, I would prick your guts a little, in good terms, as I may say ; and that's the humour of it. Pist. O braggard vile, and damıned furious
wight! The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale. [Pistol and Nym draw.
Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say:-he that
strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier.
[Draws. Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall
abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to mie give; Thy spirits are most tall.
Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair terms; that is the humour of it. Pist. Coupe le gorge, that's the word ?—I thee
defy again. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to
get? No; to the spital go, And from the powdering tub of infamy Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse : I have and I will hold the quondam Quickly For the only she : and-Pauca, there's enough.
Enter the Boy. Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master,-and you, hostess ;-he is very sick, and would to bed.—Good Bardolph, put thy face between his sheets, and do the office of a warm. ing-pan; ʼfaith, he's
ill. Bard. Away, you rogue.
Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days; the king has killed his heart.- Good husband, come home presently.
[Ereunt Mrs. QUICKLY and Boy. Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends ? We must to France together. Why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats ? Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food
howl on! Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting ? Pist. Base is the slave that
pays. Nym. That now I will have ; that's the humour of it. Pist. As manhood shall compound: push home.
[They draio. Bard. By this sword, lie that makes the first thrust I'll kill him ; by this sword, I will. Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have
their course. Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends : an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Prithee, put up.
Num I shall have the eight shillings I wori from you at betting.
Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood :
may say, in
n Tike. We have still the word, which signifies a common dog--a mongrel. The bull-terrier in Landseer's admirabe picture of ** Low-life" is a tike. In Lear we have "bob-tail tike.". The ploughman's "collie" of Burns is “a gash an' faithfu' tyke."
b The folio reads thus: "O well-a day, Lady, if he be not keæne now, we shall see," &c. The first quarto has" () Lord, bere's corporal Nym, now shall we have wilfuu adultery,” &c. Hanmer suggested drawn now.
We adot 97159, but give Nowe to the beginning of the next gen)tence.
e I can take. Malone considers that take is a corruption, and that we should follow the quarto, talk. Is there any more difficulty in "I can take," than in the familiar expression, * Do you take?" Mason says Pistol means, “I can take fire." He, in his obscure language, only means, "I understand you"-"I know what you are about."
4 Barbason is the name of an evil spirit in the Dæmon. ology.
I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me ;-
Nym. I shall have my noble ?
Re-enter Mrs. QUICKLY. Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to sir John: Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
Nym. The king bath run bad humours on the knight, that's the even of it.
Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; His heart is fracted, and corroborate.
Nym. The king is a good king : but it must be as it may; he passes some humours, and
Pist. Let us condole the knight; for lambkins we will live.
SCENE II.-Southampton. A Council Chamber. Enter ExETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust
these traitors. Ere. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and even they do bear
themselves ! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.
Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath dull’d and cloy'd with gracious
favours, That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign’s life to death and treachery !
And you, my gentle knight give me your
thoughts : Think you not, that the powers we bear with us Will cut their passage through the force of
France; Doing the execution, and the act, For which we have in head assembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do
his best. K. Hen. I doubt not that: since we are well
carry not a heart with us from hence That grows not in a fair concent with ours; Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish Success and conquest to attend on us. Cam. Never was monarch better fcar'd and
lov'd Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, a
subject That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government. Grey. True : those that were your father's
enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve
you With hearts create of duty and of zeal. K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of
thankfulness; And shall forget the office of our hand Sooner than quittance of desert and merit, According to the weight and worthiness. Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews
toil, And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your grace incessant services.
K. Hen. We judge no less.—Uncle of Exeter, Enlarge the man committed yesterday, That rail'd against our person: we consider It was excess of wine that set him on; And, on his more advice, we pardon him.
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security: Let him be punish’d, sovereign ; lest example Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.
him life, After the taste of much correction.
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of
Trumpet sounds. Enter King HENRY, SCROOP,
CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants.
aboard. My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of
a The whole of this scene, in the folio, exhibits the greatest care in remodelling the text of the quarto.
• We print this line as in the folio. In the quartos we find the text which Steerens adopted. " Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely favours." But if the quarto is to be followed the editors should have left out the three lines which Westmoreland speaks-"How smooth,' &c.
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and
digested, Appear before us ?—We'll yet enlarge that man, Though, Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their
dear care And tender preservation of our person, Would have him punish’d. And now to our
Cam. I, one, my lord;
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
there is yours; There yours, lord Scroop of Masham : and, sir
knight, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours : Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. My lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter, We will aboard to-night.—Why, how now, gen
tlemen ? That see you in those papers, that you losc So much complexion ?-look ye, how they
change! Their cheeks are paper.—Why, what read you
there, That hath so cowarded and chas'd
blood Out of appearance ? Can.
I do confess my fault; And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.
but late, Br your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: You must not dare, for shame, to talk of
peers, These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge
here,You know how apt our love was, to accord To furnish him with all appertinents Belonging to his honour ; and this man Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd, And sworn unto the practices of France, To kill us here in Hampton: to the which, This knight, no less for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But O! What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop; thou
cruel, Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature ! Thou, that did'st bear the key of all my counsels,
Treason and murther ever kept together,
treason, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. If that same dæmon, that hath gull’d thee thus, Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, He might return to vasty Tartar back, And tell the legions, I can never win A soul so easy as that Englishman's. O, how hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance! Shew men dutiful! Why, so didst thou: Seem they grave and
learned ? Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family? Why, so didst thou : Seem they religious ? Why, so didst thou : Or are they spare in diet; Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood ; Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement; Not working with the eye without the ear, And, but in purged judgment, trusting neitherSuch, and so finely bolted, didst the And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man and best indued, With some suspicion. I will weep for thee; For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
å Black from while. So the quarto. The folio "black and white."
b In the folio, where only these lines appear, we find make. Theobald substituted mark. Pope read the passage thus:-
" To make the full-fraught man, and best, indued
2 You. Quarto, them. HISTOBIES.--VOL I. z
Another fall of man.* -Their faults are open, To hinder our beginnings ;-we doubt not now Arrest them to the answer of the law;
But every rub is smoothed on our way. And God acquit them of their practices ! Then, forth, dear countrymen ; let us deliver
Ece. I arrest thee of high treason, by the Our puissance into the hand of God, name of Richard earl of Cambridge.
Putting it straight in expedition. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Cheerly to sca; the signs of war advance : Henry lord Scroop of Masham.
No king of England, if not king of France. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
[Ereunt. Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland. Scroop. Our purposes God justly bath dis
SCENE III.-London. Mrs. Quickly's House coverd ;
in Eastcheap. And I repent my fault more than my death; Which I beseech your highness to forgive, Enter Pistol, Mrs. QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, Although my body pay the price of it.
and Boy. Cam. For me,—the gold of France did not
Quick. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me
bring thee to Staines. Although I did admit it as a motive,
Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn. The sooner to effect what I intended:
Bardolph, be blithe ;-Nym, rouse my vaulting But God be thanked for prevention ; Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is
) Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.
dead, Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
And we must yearn therefore. At the discovery of most dangerous treason, Bard. Would I were with him, wheresome'er Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
he is, either in heaven, or in hell ! Prevented from a damned enterprise :
Quick. Nay, sure he's not in hell; he's in My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, your sentence,
an it had been any christom child;a ’a parted You have conspir'd against our royal person,
even just between twelve and one, e'en at the Join’d with an enemy proclaim’d, and from his
turning o' the tide :” for after I saw him fumble coffers
with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile Receiv’d the golden carnest of our death;
upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but Wherein you would have sold your king to
one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, slaughter,
and ’a babbled of green fields. How now, sir His princes and his peers to servitude,
John ? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. His subjects to oppression and contempt, And his whole kingdom into desolation.
a Christom child. The chrisom was a white cloth placed Touching our person, seek we no revenge ; upon the head of an infant at baptism, when the chrism,
or sacred oil of the Romish church, was used in that sacraBut we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
ment. The white cloth which was worn by the child at Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws baptism was subsequently called a chrisom, aod if the child
died within a month of its birth that cloth was used as a We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, shroud. Children dying under the age of a month were Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
called chrisoms in the old Bills of Mortality. Mrs. Quickly's
"christom" is one of her emendations of English. The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you b Derham, in his Astro-Theology, alludes to the opinion Patience to endure, and true repentance
as old as Pliny that animals, and particularly man, "capire Of all your dear offences !-Bear them hence.
c These symptoms of approaching death were observed [E.reunt Conspirators, guarded.
by the ancient physicians, and are pointed out by modern
authorities. Van Swieten has a passage in his Commen. Now, Lords, for France ; the enterprise whereof taries in which he describes these last inovements of the
worn-out machine, upon the authority of Galen. Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
d This passage is at once the glory and the opprobrium We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;
of commentators. There is nothing similar in the quarto;
in the folio it reads thus: “for his nose was as shape as a Since God so graciously hath brought to light
pen, and a table of greene fields." Theobald made the corThis dangerous treason, lurking in our way,
rection of "table" to "a babbled"-(he babbled); which was to turn what was unintelligible into sense and poetry. Pope's conjecture that "a table of green fields" was a stage
direction to bring in a table, and that Greenfields was the a The thirty-eight lines here ending are not found in the name of the property-man, could only have been meant as quartos. We are greatly mistaken if these lines, as well as hoax upon the reader;-but it imposed upon Johnson. the choruses and other passages which we shall point out, Some of the conjectures of subsequent editors appear do not exhibit the hand of the inaster elaborating his equally absurd. See Recent New Reading, at the end of original sketch.
at the time of ebb."