it.

Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour of

Pift. As manhood fhall compound; push home. [Draw. Bard. By this fword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this fword, I will.

Pift. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their courte.

Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me too. Pry'thee, put up.

Pift. A noble fhalt thou have, and present pay,, And liquor likewife will I give to thee;

And friendship fhall combine, and brotherhood.
I'll live by Nym, and Nym fhall live by me.
Is not this juft? for I fhall futler be

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

Nym. I fhall have my noble?

Pift. In cafh moft juftly paid.

Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it.

Re-enter Quickly.

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir John: ah, poor heart! he 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 humours on the knight, that's the even of it.

Pift. Nym, thou haft fpoken the right, his heart is fracted and corroborate.

it

Nym. The king is a good king, but it must be as may; he paffes fome humours and careers.

Bafe is the flave that pays.] Perhaps this expreffion was proverbial. I meet with it in The fair Maid of the Weft, by Heywood, 1631.

"My motto fhall be, Bafe is the man that pays."

STEEVENS.

Pift. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins! we will live.

SCENE II.

Changes to Southampton.

[Exeunt.

Enter Exeter, Bedford. and Westmorland. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.

Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by. Weft. How fimooth and even they do bear themfelves,

As if allegiance in their bofoms fate,

Crowned with faith and constant loyalty!

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 cloy'd and grac'd with princely

favours;

That he fhould for a foreign purse fo fell
His fovereign's life to death and treachery!

[Trumpets found.

Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and

attendants.

K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will aboard.

My lord of Cambridge, and my lord of Masham, And you my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not, that the powers, we bear with us, Will cut their paffage through the force of France; Doing the execution, and the act

7 For which we have in head affembled them?

6

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Scroop.

to death and treachery !] Here the quarto inferts a line

omitted in all the following editions.

Exet. O! the lord of Mafham! JOHNSON.

7 Fer which we have IN HEAD affembled them?] This is not

an

Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his

best.

K. Henry. I doubt not that: fince we are well per

fuaded

We carry not a heart with us from hence
That grows not in a fair confent with ours;
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Succefs and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, Than is your majefty; there's not, I think, a subject That fits in heart-grief and uneafiness

Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. Even thofe that were your father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey: and do ferve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Henry. We therefore have great caufe of thankfulness;

And fhall forget the office of our hand
Sooner than quittance of defert and merit
According to the weight and worthiness.
Scroop. So fervice fhall with steeled finews toil
And labour shall refresh itself with hope
To do your grace inceffant fervices.

;

K. Henry. We judge no lefs. Uncle of Exeter, Enlarge the man committed yesterday, That rail'd against our perfon. We confider It was excefs of wine that fet him on; And, on his 9 more advice, we pardon him.

an English phrafeology. I am perfuaded Shakespeare wrote, For which we have IN AID assembled thum?

alluding to the tenures of thofe times. WARBURTON.

It is strange that the commentator fhould forget a word fo eminently obfervable in this writer, as head, for an army formed.

8

JOHNSON.

hearts create-] Hearts compounded or made up of duty and zeal. JOHNSON.

9 - more advice,-] On his return to more coolness of mind.

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JOHNSON.

Scroop.

Scroop. That's mercy, but too much fecurity:
Let him be punifh'd, fovereign, left example
Breed, by his fufferance, more of fuch a kind.
K. Henry. O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. Grey. You fhew great mercy, if you give him life, After the tafte of much correction.

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

me

Are heavy orifons 'gainft this poor wretch.
If little faults, I proceeding on distemper,

Shall not be wink'd at, 2 how fhall we ftretch our eye,
When capital crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd, and digested,
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear

care

And tender prefervation of our perfon,

Would have him punith'd. And now to our French caufes;

Who are the late commiffioners?

Cam. I one, my lord;

Your highness bad me afk for it to-day.

Scrcop. So did you me, my liege.
Grey. And me, my royal fovereign.

K. Henry, Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there is yours;

There yours, lord Scroop of Masham; and fir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this fame is yours.-
Read them, and know, I know your worthinefs.-
My lord of Westmorland and uncle Exeter,

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-proceeding on distemper,-] i. e. fudden paffions. WARBURTON.

Perturbation of mind. Temper is equality or calmness of mind, from an equipoife or due mixture of paffions. Difemper of mind is the predominance of a pafion, as diffemper of body is the predominance of a humeur. JOHNSON.

2 - how shall ave firetch our eye,-] If we may not wink at fmall faults, bow wide must we open our eyes at great.

JOHNSON.

We

We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentle

men?

What fee you in those

papers,

that you

lofe

So much complexion ?-look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read you there,
That hath fo cowarded, and chas’'d your blood
Out of appearance?

Cam. I do cenfefs my fault,

And do fubmit me to your highnefs' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.

K. Henry. The mercy, that was 3 quick in us but
late,

By your own counfel is fupprefs'd and kill'd.
You must not dare, for fhame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reafons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their mafters, worrying them.
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
Thefe English monsters! My lord Cambridge here,—
You know, how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath for a few light crowns, lightly confpir'd,
And fworn unto the practices of France
To kill us here in Hampton. To the which,
This knight, no lefs for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewife fworn.-But O!
What fhall I fay to thee, lord Scroop; thou cruel,
Ingrateful favage, and inhuman creature!
Thou, that didft bear the key of all my counfels,
That knew'ft the very bottom of my foul,
That almoft might'ft have coin'd me into gold,
Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy ufe?
May it be poffible, that foreign hire

Could out of thee extract one fpark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 'Tis fo ftrange

3-quick-] That is, living.

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