With chaces. And we understand him well, That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn. To whom I do appeal; And in whose name, Το 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, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it. Convey them with safe conduct.-Fare you weli. Exe. This was a merry message. [Exeunt Ambassadors. K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it. [Descends from 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. [Exeunt. ACT II. Enter CHORUS. Chor. Now all the youth of England are on fire, And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point, O England!-model to thy inward greatness, What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills Have, for the gilt of France, (O guilt, indeed!) SCENE I.-The same. Eastcheap. Enter NYM and BARDOLPH. Bard. Well met, corporal Nym. [Exit. friends yet? Nym. Good morrow, lieutenant Bardolph. Bard. What, are ancient Pistol and you Nym. For my part, I care not: I say little; but when time shall serve, there shall be smiles;-but that shall be as it may. 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. 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. [NYм 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. |