Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb, Glost. O noble English, that could entertain, West. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, Bed. Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth Do all expect that you should rouse yourself, As did the former lions of your blood. Exe. They know your grace hath cause, and means, and might; So hath your highness; never king of England O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, Will raise your highness such a mighty sum, Bring in to any of your ancestors. K. Hen. We must not only arm to invade the French, But lay down our proportions to defend Against the Scot: For you shall read, that my great grandfather But that the Scot on his unfurnished kingdom Hath shook and trembled at the ill neighbourhood. Exe. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; For hear her but exampled by herself.— The king of Scots; whom she did send to France, K. Hen. Call in the messengers sent from the Now are we well resolv'd; and, by Heaven's help, France being ours, we'll bend it to our awe, Flourish. Enter HERALD, with the CONSTABLE OF FRANCE, MONTJOY, and two French LORDS. Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleasure Of our fair cousin Dauphin; for, we hear, Or shall we sparingly show you far off The Dauphin's meaning, and our embassy? K. Hen. We are no tyrant, but a christian king; Therefore, with frank and with uncurbed plainness, Tell us the Dauphin's mind. Const. Thus then, in few: Your highness, lately sending into France, You cannot revel into dukedoms there: Desires you, let the dukedoms that you claim, Exe. Tennis balls, my liege. K. Hen. We're glad, the Dauphin is so pleasant with us. His present, and your pains, we thank you for: When we have match'd our rackets to these balls,We will, in France, by Heaven's grace, play a set, Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. And we understand him well, How he comes o'er us with our wilder days, [Rises. For I will rise there with so full a glory, When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.— [Exeunt HERALD, CONSTABLE, MONTJOY, and the two LORDS. Ere. This was a merry message. K. Hen. We hope to make the sender blush at it. Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour, That may give furtherance to our expedition: [Exeunt. SCENE III. Before the Boar's Head Tavern, in Eastcheap. Enter NYм 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 so, good corporal Nym. Nym. 'Faith, I will live so long as 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, from the Tavern. 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 swear, I scorn the term; nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. Quick. O welladay, lady, if he be not drawn now! We shall have wilful adultery and murder commit ted. Bard. Good ancient, good corporal, offer nothing here. Nym. Pish! |