The Life of Henry the Fift.
And other diuels that suggest by treasons
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Do botch and bungle vp damnation,With patches, colours, and with formes being fetchtFrom glist'ring semblances of piety:But he that temper'd thee, bad thee stand vp,Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
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Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor.If that same Dæmon that hath gull'd thee thus,Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world,He might returne to vastie Tartar backe,And tell the Legions, I can neuer win
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A soule so easie as that Englishmans.Oh, how hast thou with iealousie infectedThe sweetnesse of affiance? Shew men dutifull,Why so didst thou: seeme they graue and learned?Why so didst thou. Come they of Noble Family?
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Why so didst thou. Seeme they religious?Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,Free from grosse passion, or of mirth, or anger,Constant in spirit, not sweruing with the blood,Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
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Not working with the eye, without the eare,And but in purged iudgement trusting neither,Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme:And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot,To make thee full fraught man, and best indued
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With some suspition, I will weepe for thee.For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is likeAnother fall of Man. Their faults are open,Arrest them to the answer of the Law,And God acquit them of their practises.Exe.
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I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of
Richard Earle of
Cambridge.
I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of
Thomas
Lord
Scroope of
Marsham.
I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of
Thomas
Grey
, Knight of
Northumberland.
Scro.Our purposes, God iustly hath discouer'd,And I repent my fault more then my death,Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue,Although my body pay the price of it.Cam.
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For me, the Gold of France did not seduce,Although I did admit it as a motiue,The sooner to effect what I intended:But God be thanked for preuention,Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce,
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Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.Gray.Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyceAt the discouery of most dangerous Treason,Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe,Preuented from a damned enterprize;
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My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.King.God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentenceYou haue conspir'd against Our Royall person,Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his
Coffers,
Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:
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Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter,His Princes, and his Peeres to seruitude,His Subiects to oppression, and contempt,And his whole Kingdome into desolation:Touching our person, seeke we no reuenge,
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But we our Kingdomes safety
must so tender,
Whose ruine you sought, that to her LawesWe do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence,(Poore miserable wretches) to your death:The taste whereof, God of his mercy giue
You patience to indure, and true RepentanceOf all your deare offences. Beare them hence.Exit.Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereofShall be to you as vs, like glorious.We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,
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Since God so graciously hath brought to lightThis dangerous Treason, lurking in our way,To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way.Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer
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Our Puissance into the hand of God,Putting it straight in expedition.Chearely to Sea, the signes of Warre aduance,No King of England, if not King of France.Flourish.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Pistoll, Nim,
Bardolph, Boy, and Hostesse.
Hostesse.
'Prythee honey sweet Husband, let me bring
[805]
thee to Staines.
Pistoll.
No: for my manly heart doth erne.
Bardolph,
be blythe:
Nim, rowse thy vaunting Veines:
Boy, brissle
thy Courage vp: for
Falstaffe hee is dead, and wee must
erne
therefore.
Bard.
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Would I were with him, wheresomere hee is,
eyther in Heauen, or in Hell.
Hostesse.
Nay sure, hee's not in Hell: hee's in
Arthurs
Bosome, if euer man went to
Arthurs Bosome: a made a
finer
end, and went away and it had beene any Christome
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Child: a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One,
eu'n
at the turning o'th'Tyde: for
after I saw him fumble with
the Sheets, and play with Flowers, and smile vpon his fin-
gers end, I knew there was but one way: for his Nose was
as sharpe as a Pen, and a Table of greene fields. How now
[820]
Sir
Iohn (quoth I?) what man? be a good cheare: so a
cryed out, God, God, God, three or foure times: now I,
to comfort him, bid him a should not thinke of God; I
hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any
such thoughts yet: so a bad me lay more Clothes on his
[825]
feet: I put my hand into the Bed, and felt them, and they
were as cold as any stone: then I felt to his knees, and so
vp-peer'd, and vpward, and all was as cold
as any stone.
Nim.
They say he cryed out of Sack.
Hostesse.
I, that a did.
Bard.
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And of Women.
Hostesse.
Nay, that a did not.
Boy.
Yes that a did, and said they were Deules incar-
nate
Woman.
A could neuer abide Carnation, 'twas a Co-
[835]
lour he neuer lik'd.
Boy.
A said once, the Deule would haue him about
Women.
Hostesse.
A did in some sort (indeed) handle Women:
but then hee was rumatique, and talk'd of the Whore of
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Babylon.
Boy.
Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon
Bardolphs Nose, and a said it was a blacke Soule burning
in Hell.
Bard.
Well, the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire:
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that's all the Riches I got in his seruice.
Nim.
Shall wee shogg? the King will be gone from
Southampton.
Pist.
Come, let's away. My Loue, giue me thy Lippes:
Looke to my Chattels, and my Moueables: Let Sences
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rule: The world is, Pitch and pay: trust none: for Oathes
are Strawes, mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes, and hold-fast
is the onely Dogge: My Ducke, therefore
Caueto bee
thy Counsailor. Goe, cleare thy Chrystalls. Yoke-
fellowes in Armes, let vs to France, like Horse-
leeches
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<speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
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<sp who="#F-h5-nym">
<speaker rend="italic">Nim.</speaker>
<p n="846">Shall wee shogg? the King will be gone from
<lb n="847"/>Southampton.</p>
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<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="848">Come, let's away. My Loue, giue me thy Lippes:
<lb n="849"/>Looke to my Chattels, and my Moueables: Let Sences
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<lb n="855"/>leeches my Boyes, to sucke, to sucke, the very blood to
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<sp who="#F-h5-boy">
<speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
<p n="857">And that's but vnwholesome food, they say.</p>
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<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="858">Touch her soft mouth, and march.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-bar">
<speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
<p n="859">Farwell Hostesse.</p>
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<sp who="#F-h5-nym">
<speaker rend="italic">Nim.</speaker>
<p n="860">I cannot kisse, that is the humor of it: but
<lb n="861"/>adieu.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<p n="862">Let Huswiferie appeare: keepe close, I thee
<lb n="863"/>command.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h5-hos">
<speaker rend="italic">Hostesse.</speaker>
<p n="864">Farwell: adieu.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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