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

Pift. Base is the Nave, that pays.

Nim. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. Pit. As manhood shall compound, push home.

[Draw. Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him ; by this sword, 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. Pry’thee, put up.

Pift. A noble shalt thou have and present pay,
And liquor likewise will I give to thee ;
And friendship shall combine and brotherhood.
l'll live by Nim, and Nim shall live by me,
Is not this juft ? for I shall Suttler be
Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nim. I shall have my noble?
Pift. In cash most juftly paid.
Nim. Well then, that's the humour of't.

Re-enter Quickly. Quick. As ever you came of woinen, come in quickly to Sir John: ah, poor heart, he is so shak'd of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.

Nim. The King hath run bad humours on the Knight, that's the even of it.

Pift. Nim, thou hast spoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

Nim. The King is a good King, but it must be as it may; he passes fome humours and careers.

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Pist. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins ! we will live.


'FORE God,

Ś C E N E III. Changes to SOUTHAMPTON. Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Weftmorland. Bed. ) ORE God, his Grace is bold to trust these

traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. Weft. How smooth and even they do bear them

selves, As if allegiance in their bosoms sate, 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 lulld and cloy'd with gracious favours; That he should for a foreign purse fo fell * His Sovereign's life to death and treachery!

[Trumpets found. Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and

Attendants, K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will

aboard. My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Masham, And you my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts : Think you not, that the pow'rs, we bear with us, Will cut their passage through the force of France ; Doing the execution and the


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8 To death and treachery.) Here ted in all the following editions. the quarto inserts a line omit Exet. O! the lord of Malham!


9 For which we have in head allembled them?

Scrosp. No doubt, my Liege, if each man do his belt.
K. Henry. I doubt not chat; since we are well per-

We carry not a heart with us from hence
That grows not in a fair consent with ours,
Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'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 steept their gauls in honey, and do serve you
• With hearts, create of duty and of zeal.
K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thank-

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. Henry. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
Inlarge 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, left example

9 For which we have IN HEAD tator should forget a word so

assembled them?] This is not eminently observable in this wrian English phraseology. I am ter, as head for an army formed. perfuaded Sbakespear wrote, · Hearts create.] Hearts comFor which we have in AID af pounded or made up of duty and Jembled them?

zeal. alluding to the tenures of those 2 More advice.] On his return rimes.

WAPBURT to more coolness of mind, It is strange that the commen



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poor wretch.

Breed, by his suff'rance, more of such a kind.

K. Henry. O, let us yet be merciful.
Com. So may your Highness, and yet-punish too.

Grey. You shew great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction.

K. Henry. Alas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this
If little faults, ’ proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, 4 how shall we stretch our eye,
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. Now to our French causes
Who are the late Commissioners ?

Cam. I one, my Lord.
Your Highness bad me ask for it to day.

Scroop. So did you me, my Liege.
Grey. And I, my Sovereign.
K. Henry. Then Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there

is yours ;

There yours, Lord Scroop of Maham; and Sir Knight

, Grey of Northumberland, this fame is yours. Read them, and know, I know your worthiness. My Lord of Wejimorland and uncle Exeter, We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentle.

men ? What fee

in those


So much complexion ? - look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper.-—Why, what read you there,
That hath fo cowarded, and chas'd your blood

3 -proceeding on distem- is the predominance of a passion, per,] i. e. ludden pallions. as difemper of body is the pre

WARBURTON. dominance of a humour. Perturbation of mind. Temper. 4 Hsw jhall que ftretch our eye.] is equality or calmness of mind, If we may not wink at small froin an equipoise or due mixture faults, how wide muft we open out of paffions. Diftemper of mind eyes at great,


Out of appearance?

Cam. I confess my fault,
And do submit me to your Highness' mercy,

Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.
K. Henry. The mercy, that was ' quick in us but

By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd.
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy,
For your own reasons turn into your boloms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
See you, my Princes and my noble Peers,
These English monsters! My Lord 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 Scroon, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, favage, and inhuman creature !
Thou, that didît bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practis’d on me for thy use;
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange
That though the truth of it stand off as grois
As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.

5 Quick ] That is, living. fible as black and white contigu6 Though the truth fand off as

ous to each other. To fland off grois

is etre relevé, to be prominent black and wbite.] Though to the eye, as the frong parts of the truth be as apparent and vi a picture.

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