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The Life of Henry the Fift. What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kinde and naturall:
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But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out, A nest of hollow bosomes, which he filles With treacherous Crownes, and three corrupted men: One, Richard Earle of Cambridge, and the second Henry Lord Scroope of Masham, and the third
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Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland, Haue for the Gilt of France (O guilt indeed) Confirm'd Conspiracy with fearefull France, And by their hands, this grace of Kings must dye. If Hell and Treason hold their promises,
[480]
Ere he take ship for France; and in Southampton. Linger your patience on, and wee'l digest Th'abuse of distance; force a play: The summe is payde, the Traitors are agreed, The King is set from London, and the Scene
[485]
Is now transported (Gentles) to Southampton, There is the Play-house now, there must you sit, And thence to France shall we conuey you safe, And bring you backe: Charming the narrow seas To giue you gentle Passe: for if we may,
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Wee'l not offend one stomacke with our Play. But till the King come forth, and not till then, Vnto Southampton do we shift our Scene.
Exit
[Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Corporall Nym, and Lieutenant Bardolfe. Bar.

Well met Corporall Nym.

Nym.

Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe.

Bar.
[495]

What, are Ancient Pistoll and you friends yet?

Nym.

For my part, I care not: I say little: but when

time shall serue, there shall be smiles, but that shall be as

it may. I dare not fight, but I will winke and holde out

mine yron: it is a simple one, but what though? It will

[500]

tofte toste Cheese, and it will endure cold, as another mans

sword will: and there's an end.

Bar.

I will bestow a breakfast to make you friendes,

and wee'l bee all three sworne brothers to France: Let't

be so good Corporall Nym.

Nym.
[505]

Faith, I will liue so long as I may, that's the cer-

taine of it: and when I cannot liue any longer, I will doe

as I may: That is my rest, that is the rendeuous of it.

Bar.

It is certaine Corporall, that he is marryed to

Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for you

[510]

were troth-plight to her.

Nym.

I cannot tell, Things must be as they may: men

may sleepe, and they may haue their throats about them

at that time, and some say, kniues haue edges: It must

be as it may, though patience be a tyred name, yet shee

[515]

will plodde, there must be Conclusions, well, I cannot

tell.

Enter Pistoll, & Quickly. Bar.

Heere comes Ancient Pistoll and his wife: good

Corporall be patient heere. How now mine Hoaste Pi- stoll?

Pist.
[520]

Base Tyke, cal'st thou mee Hoste, now by this

hand I sweare I scorne the terme: nor shall my Nel keep

Lodgers.

Host.

No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge

and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue

[525]

honestly by the pricke of their Needles, but it will bee

thought we keepe a Bawdy-house straight. O welliday

Lady, if he be not hewne now, we shall see wilful adulte-

ry and murther committed.

Bar.

Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing

[530]

heere.

Nym.

Pish.

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Pist.

Pish for thee, Island dogge: thou prickeard cur

of Island.

Host.

Good Corporall Nym shew thy valor, and put

[535]

vp your sword.

Nym. Will you shogge off? I would haue you solus. Pist.

Solus, egregious dog? O Viper vile; The solus

in thy most meruailous face, the solus in thy teeth, and

in thy throate, and in thy hatefull Lungs, yea in thy Maw

[540]

perdy; and which is worse, within thy nastie mouth. I

do retort the solus in thy bowels, for I can take, and Pi- stols cocke is vp, and flashing fire will follow.

Nym.

I am not Barbason, you cannot coniure mee: I

haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well: If you

[545]

grow fowle with me Pistoll, I will scoure you with my

Rapier, as I may, in fayre tearmes. If you would walke

off, I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes, as

I may, and that's the humor of it.

Pist. O Braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
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The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere, Therefore exhale.
Bar.

Heare me, heare me what I say: Hee that strikes

the first stroake, Ile run him vp to the hilts, as I am a sol-

dier.

Pist.
[555]

An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.

Giue me thy fist, thy fore-foote to me giue: Thy spirites

are most tall.

Nym.

I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire

termes, that is the humor of it.

Pistoll.
[560]

Couple a gorge, that is the word, I defie thee a-

gaine. O hound of Creet, think'st thou my spouse to get?

No, to the spittle goe, and from the Poudring tub of in­

famy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Cressids kinde, Doll Teare-sheete , she by name, and her espouse. I haue, and I

[565]

will hold the Quondam Quickely for the onely shee: and

Pauca, there's enough to go to.

Enter the Boy. Boy.

Mine Hoast Pistoll, you must come to my May-

ster, and your Hostesse: He is very sicke, & would to bed.

Good Bardolfe, put thy face betweene his sheets, and do

[570]

the Office of a Warming-pan: Faith, he's very ill.

Bard.

Away you Rogue.

Host.

By my troth he'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one

of these dayes: the King has kild his heart. Good Hus-

band come home presently.

Exit Bar.
[575]

Come, shall I make you two friends. Wee must

to France together: why the diuel should we keep kniues

to cut one anothers throats?

Pist.

Let floods ore-swell, and fiends for food howle on.

Nym.

You'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you

[580]

at Betting?

Pist.

Base is the Slaue that payes.

Nym.

That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.

Pist.

As manhood shal compound: push home.

Draw
Bard.

By this sword, hee that makes the first thrust,

[585]

Ile kill him: By this sword, I wil.

Pi.

Sword is an Oath, & Oaths must haue their course

Bar.

Coporall Nym, & thou wilt be friends be frends,

and thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me to: pre-

thee put vp.

Pist.
[590]

A Noble shalt thou haue, and present pay, and

Liquor likewise will I giue to thee, and friendshippe

shall combyne, and brotherhood. Ile liue by Nymme, &

Nymme shall liue by me, is not this iust? For I shal Sut-

ler be vnto the Campe, and profits will accrue. Giue mee

[595]

thy hand.

h3 Nym.

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[Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Corporall Nym, and Lieutenant Bardolfe. Bar.

Well met Corporall Nym.

Nym.

Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe.

Bar.
[495]

What, are Ancient Pistoll and you friends yet?

Nym.

For my part, I care not: I say little: but when

time shall serue, there shall be smiles, but that shall be as

it may. I dare not fight, but I will winke and holde out

mine yron: it is a simple one, but what though? It will

[500]

tofte toste Cheese, and it will endure cold, as another mans

sword will: and there's an end.

Bar.

I will bestow a breakfast to make you friendes,

and wee'l bee all three sworne brothers to France: Let't

be so good Corporall Nym.

Nym.
[505]

Faith, I will liue so long as I may, that's the cer-

taine of it: and when I cannot liue any longer, I will doe

as I may: That is my rest, that is the rendeuous of it.

Bar.

It is certaine Corporall, that he is marryed to

Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for you

[510]

were troth-plight to her.

Nym.

I cannot tell, Things must be as they may: men

may sleepe, and they may haue their throats about them

at that time, and some say, kniues haue edges: It must

be as it may, though patience be a tyred name, yet shee

[515]

will plodde, there must be Conclusions, well, I cannot

tell.

Enter Pistoll, & Quickly. Bar.

Heere comes Ancient Pistoll and his wife: good

Corporall be patient heere. How now mine Hoaste Pi- stoll?

Pist.
[520]

Base Tyke, cal'st thou mee Hoste, now by this

hand I sweare I scorne the terme: nor shall my Nel keep

Lodgers.

Host.

No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge

and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue

[525]

honestly by the pricke of their Needles, but it will bee

thought we keepe a Bawdy-house straight. O welliday

Lady, if he be not hewne now, we shall see wilful adulte-

ry and murther committed.

Bar.

Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing

[530]

heere.

Nym.

Pish.

Pist.

Pish for thee, Island dogge: thou prickeard cur

of Island.

Host.

Good Corporall Nym shew thy valor, and put

[535]

vp your sword.

Nym. Will you shogge off? I would haue you solus. Pist.

Solus, egregious dog? O Viper vile; The solus

in thy most meruailous face, the solus in thy teeth, and

in thy throate, and in thy hatefull Lungs, yea in thy Maw

[540]

perdy; and which is worse, within thy nastie mouth. I

do retort the solus in thy bowels, for I can take, and Pi- stols cocke is vp, and flashing fire will follow.

Nym.

I am not Barbason, you cannot coniure mee: I

haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well: If you

[545]

grow fowle with me Pistoll, I will scoure you with my

Rapier, as I may, in fayre tearmes. If you would walke

off, I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes, as

I may, and that's the humor of it.

Pist. O Braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
[550]
The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere, Therefore exhale.
Bar.

Heare me, heare me what I say: Hee that strikes

the first stroake, Ile run him vp to the hilts, as I am a sol-

dier.

Pist.
[555]

An oath of mickle might, and fury shall abate.

Giue me thy fist, thy fore-foote to me giue: Thy spirites

are most tall.

Nym.

I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire

termes, that is the humor of it.

Pistoll.
[560]

Couple a gorge, that is the word, I defie thee a-

gaine. O hound of Creet, think'st thou my spouse to get?

No, to the spittle goe, and from the Poudring tub of in­

famy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Cressids kinde, Doll Teare-sheete , she by name, and her espouse. I haue, and I

[565]

will hold the Quondam Quickely for the onely shee: and

Pauca, there's enough to go to.

Enter the Boy. Boy.

Mine Hoast Pistoll, you must come to my May-

ster, and your Hostesse: He is very sicke, & would to bed.

Good Bardolfe, put thy face betweene his sheets, and do

[570]

the Office of a Warming-pan: Faith, he's very ill.

Bard.

Away you Rogue.

Host.

By my troth he'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one

of these dayes: the King has kild his heart. Good Hus-

band come home presently.

Exit Bar.
[575]

Come, shall I make you two friends. Wee must

to France together: why the diuel should we keep kniues

to cut one anothers throats?

Pist.

Let floods ore-swell, and fiends for food howle on.

Nym.

You'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you

[580]

at Betting?

Pist.

Base is the Slaue that payes.

Nym.

That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.

Pist.

As manhood shal compound: push home.

Draw
Bard.

By this sword, hee that makes the first thrust,

[585]

Ile kill him: By this sword, I wil.

Pi.

Sword is an Oath, & Oaths must haue their course

Bar.

Coporall Nym, & thou wilt be friends be frends,

and thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me to: pre-

thee put vp.

Pist.
[590]

A Noble shalt thou haue, and present pay, and

Liquor likewise will I giue to thee, and friendshippe

shall combyne, and brotherhood. Ile liue by Nymme, &

Nymme shall liue by me, is not this iust? For I shal Sut-

ler be vnto the Campe, and profits will accrue. Giue mee

[595]

thy hand.

Nym. I shall haue my Noble? Pist. In cash, most iustly payd. Nym.

Well, then that the humor of't.

Enter Hostesse. Host.

As euer you come of women, come in quickly

[600]

to sir Iohn: A poore heart, hee is so shak'd of a burning

quotidian Tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold.

Sweet men, come to him.

Nym.

The King hath run bad humors on the Knight,

that's the euen of it.

Pist.
[605]

Nym, thou hast spoke the right, his heart is fra-

cted and corroborate.

Nym.

The King is a good King, but it must bee as it

may: he passes some humors, and carreeres.

Pist.

Let vs condole the Knight, for (Lambekins) we

[610]

will liue.

 

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      <p n="575">Come, shall I make you two friends. Wee must
      <lb n="576"/>to France together: why the diuel should we keep kniues
      <lb n="577"/>to cut one anothers throats?</p>
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   <sp who="#F-h5-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="578">Let floods ore-swell, and fiends for food howle on.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Nym.</speaker>
      <p n="579">You'l pay me the eight shillings I won of you
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      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Nym.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
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      <lb n="585"/>Ile kill him: By this sword, I wil.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pi.</speaker>
      <p n="586">Sword is an Oath, &amp; Oaths must haue their course</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bar.</speaker>
      <p n="587">Coporall<hi rend="italic">Nym</hi>, &amp; thou wilt be friends be frends,
      <lb n="588"/>and thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me to: pre-
      <lb n="589"/>thee put vp.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="590">A Noble shalt thou haue, and present pay, and
      <lb n="591"/>Liquor likewise will I giue to thee, and friendshippe
      <lb n="592"/>shall combyne, and brotherhood. Ile liue by<hi rend="italic">Nymme</hi>, &amp;
      <lb n="593"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Nymme</hi>shall liue by me, is not this iust? For I shal Sut-
      <lb n="594"/>ler be vnto the Campe, and profits will accrue. Giue mee
      <lb n="595"/>thy hand.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0430-0.jpg" n="74"/>
   <sp who="#F-h5-nym">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nym.</speaker>
      <l n="596">I shall haue my Noble?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <l n="597">In cash, most iustly payd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-nym">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nym.</speaker>
      <p n="598">Well, then that the humor of't.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic centre" type="entrance">Enter Hostesse.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hos">
      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <p n="599">As euer you come of women, come in quickly
      <lb n="600"/>to sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>: A poore heart, hee is so shak'd of a burning
      <lb n="601"/>quotidian Tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold.
      <lb n="602"/>Sweet men, come to him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-nym">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nym.</speaker>
      <p n="603">The King hath run bad humors on the Knight,
      <lb n="604"/>that's the euen of it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="605">
         <hi rend="italic">Nym</hi>, thou hast spoke the right, his heart is fra-
      <lb n="606"/>cted and corroborate.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-nym">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nym.</speaker>
      <p n="607">The King is a good King, but it must bee as it
      <lb n="608"/>may: he passes some humors, and carreeres.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-pis">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
      <p n="609">Let vs condole the Knight, for (Lambekins) we
      <lb n="610"/>will liue.</p>
   </sp>
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