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Like little body with a mighty heart, --
SCENE I.-LONDON. Before the Boar's Head
Tavern, Eastcheap. Enter, severally, 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 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 80, 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, í cannot tell.
Bard. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife:-good corporal, be patient here.
Enter PISTOL and Hostess.
Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me host?
Host. 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 we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed.
Bard. Good lieutenant,-good corporal,-offer nothing here.
of Iceland! Host. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus.
[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, perdy, And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! I do retort the solus in thy bowels; For I can take, and Pistoľ's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow.
Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I
have an humour to knock you indifferently well. grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour 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.
Pist. O braggart vile and damned 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 me 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 la gorge! That's the word.—I thee defy
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 nose between his sheets, and do the office of a warming-pan.-Faith, he's very ill.
Bard. Away, you rogue, Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days: the king has killed his heart. —Good' hus. band, come home presently. [Exeunt Hostess 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.
[PISTOL and Nym draw.
Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust I'll kill him; by this sword, I will.
Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their
Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends : an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too. Prythee, put up.
Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?
Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay;
Nym. I shall have my noble?
Re-enter Hostess. Host. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaken of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
Nym. The king hath 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 careers.
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. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by:
West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves !
Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend,
Whom he hath dull’d and cloy'd with gracious favours, –
GREY, Lords, and Attendants.
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 persuaded
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and lov'd
Grey. True: those that were your father's enemies
K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil,
K. Hen. We judge no less.—Uncle of Exeter,
Scroop: That's mercy, but too much security:
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.
Grey. Sir, you show great mercy if you give him life
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me