Host. 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.

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[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?

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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.

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Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour of it. Pist. As manhood shall compound; push home. [They 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 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.

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Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?

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Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood. I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me. Is not this just? for I shall sutler be

Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Give me thy hand.

Nym. I shall have my noble?

Pist. In cash most justly paid.

Nym. Well, then, that 's the humour of 't.

Re-enter HOSTESS.

Host. As ever you quickly to Sir John.

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came of women, come in
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 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.

as it

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Nym. The king is a good king; but it must be 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 them-

Crowned with faith and constant loyalty!

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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!

Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, SCROOP,
CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and Attendants.

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K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will

My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham,

And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts. Think you not that the powers we bear with us 15 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

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.

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Never was monarch better fear'd and loved

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Than is your majesty; there 's not, I think, a sub

ject

That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. True; those that were your father's ene

mies

Have steep'd their galls in honey, and do serve

you

With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

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K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thank

fulness,

And shall forget the office of our hand

Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
According to the weight and worthiness.

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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,

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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.

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Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too.
Grey. Sir,

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

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K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of

me

Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch!

If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our

eye

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When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and di

gested,

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 French

causes.

Who are the late commissioners?

Cam. I one, my lord;

Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Scroop. So did you me, my liege.

Grey. And I, my royal sovereign.

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K. Hen. Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there

is yours;

There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir

knight,

Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours.

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Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to-night. - Why, how now, gentle-

men!

What see you in those papers that you lose
So much complexion? - Look ye, how they change!