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 themselves!
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
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 dull'd ^note and cloy'd ^note with gracious favours,
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery. ^note Trumpets sound. ^note Enter King Henry ^note, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and Attendants. ^note

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

My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind ^note 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 passage through the force of France,
Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head ^note 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 ^note with ours,
Nor ^note leave not one behind that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam.
Never was monarch ^note better fear'd and loved
Than is your majesty: there's not, I think ^note, a subject
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.

Grey. ^note
True: those ^note that were your father's enemies
Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve ^note you
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Hen.
We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;
And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
According to the weight ^note and worthiness.

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,
That rail'd against our person: we consider
It was excess of wine that set him on;
And on his ^note 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 ^note.

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

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

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
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested,
Appear before us? We'll yet ^note enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey, in their dear care
And tender preservation of our person,
Would have him punish'd. And ^note now to our French causes:
Who are the late ^note 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 ^note, my royal ^note sovereign.

K. Hen.
Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;
There yours, Lord ^note Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen!
What see you in those papers that you lose
So much complexion? Look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there,
That hath ^note so cowarded and chased your blood
Out of appearance?

Cam.
I do confess ^note my fault;

And do submit me to your highness' mercy.

Grey. Scroop.
To which we all appeal.

K. Hen.
The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into ^note your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you ^note.
See you, my princes and my noble peers,
These English monsters! My Lord of ^note Cambridge here,
You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him ^note with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired,
And sworn unto the practices of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But, O,
What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use,
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange,
That, though the truth of it stands ^note off as gross
As black and white ^note, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly ^note in a natural ^note cause ^note,
That admiration did not whoop ^note at them:

But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason and on ^note murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee ^note so preposterously
Hath ^note got the voice in hell for excellence:
All ^note other devils that suggest by treasons ^note
Do botch and bungle up damnation
With patches, colours, and with forms being ^note fetch'd
From glistering semblances of piety;
But he that temper'd ^note thee bade thee stand up,
Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus
Should with his lion gait ^note walk the whole world,
He might return to vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions ‘I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.’
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: seem ^note they grave and learned?
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?
Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
Constant in spirit, not ^note swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement ^note,
Not working with the eye without the ear ^note,
And but in purged judgement trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,

To mark the full-fraught man and best indued
With ^note some suspicion. I ^note will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man. Their faults are open:
Arrest them to the answer of the law;
And God acquit them of their practices!

Exe.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard Earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry ^note Lord Scroop of Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight, of ^note Northumberland.

Scroop.
Our purposes God justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault more than my death;
Which I beseech your highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.

Cam.
For me, the gold of France did not seduce ^note;
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But God be thanked for prevention;
Which I ^note in sufferance heartily will rejoice ^note,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.

Grey.
Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprise:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.

K. Hen.
God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.

You have conspired against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd ^note and from his coffers
Received the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt
And his whole kingdom into ^note desolation.
Touching our person seek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,
Whose ruin you have ^note sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you ^note therefore hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, God of his mercy give
You patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence. [Exeunt ^note Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, guarded.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war, ^note
Since God so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason lurking in our way ^note
To hinder our beginnings. We ^note doubt not now ^note
But every rub is smoothed on ^note our way.
Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
Our puissance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; ^note the signs of war advance:
No king of England, if not king of France, [Exeunt.

^note Scene III. [Footnote: London. Before a Tavern. ^note Enter Pistol, Hostess, Nym, Bardolph, and Boy.

Host.

Prithee, honey-sweet ^note husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

Pist.
No; for my manly heart doth yearn ^note.
Bardolph, be blithe: Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins: ^note
Boy ^note, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,
And we must yearn ^note therefore ^note.

Bard.

Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell ^note!

Host.

Nay, sure, he's not in hell ^note: he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. A' made a finer ^note end and went away an it ^note had been any christom ^note child; a' parted even just ^note between twelve and one, even at the ^note turning o' ^note the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with ^note flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends ^note, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. ^note

‘How now, Sir John!’ quoth I: ‘what, man! be o' good ^note cheer.’ So a' cried out ‘God, God, God!’ three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any ^note stone; then I felt to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone, and so ^note upward and upward ^note, and all was as cold as any stone.

Nym.

They say he cried out of ^note sack.

Host.

Ay, that a' did.

Bard. ^note

And of women.

Host.

Nay, that a' did not.

Boy.

Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils ^note incarnate.

Host. ^note

A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked.

Boy.

A' said once, the devil ^note would have him about women.

Host.

A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.

Boy.

Do you not remember, a' saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire ^note?

Bard.

Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service.

Nym.

Shall we shog? the king will be gone from Southampton.

Pist.
Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips.
Look to my chattels and my movables:
Let senses rule ^note; the word ^note is ‘Pitch ^note and Pay:’
Trust none;
For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck:
Therefore, Caveto ^note be thy counsellor.
Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows ^note in arms,
Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys,
To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! ^note

Boy.
And that's ^note but unwholesome food, they say.

Pist.
Touch her soft mouth, and march.

Bard.
Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her. ^note

Nym.
I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu.

Pist.
Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.

Host.
Farewell; adieu. [Exeunt. ^note Scene IV. [Footnote: France. ^note The King's Palace. Flourish. ^note Enter ^note the French King, the Dauphin ^note, the Dukes of Berri and Bretagne, the Constable, and others.

Fr. King.
Thus comes ^note the English with full power upon us;
And more than carefully ^note it us concerns

To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the Dukes of Berri and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant and of Orleans ^note, shall make forth,
And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch,
To line and new repair our towns of war
With men of courage and with means defendant;
For England his approaches makes as fierce
As waters to the sucking of a gulf.
It fits us then to be as provident
As fear may teach us out of late examples
Left by the fatal and ^note neglected English
Upon our fields.

Dau.
My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe;
For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,
Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,
But that defences, musters, preparations,
Should be maintain'd, assembled and collected,
As were a war in expectation.
Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth
To view the sick and feeble parts of France:
And ^note let us do it with no show of fear;
No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous ^note youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con.
O peace, Prince Dauphin!
You are too much mistaken in this king:
Question your grace the late ambassadors,
With what great state he heard their embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception, and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,

And you shall find his vanities forespent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly;
As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots
That shall first spring and be most delicate.

Dau.
Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
But though we think it ^note so, it is no matter:
In cases ^note of defence 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems:
So the proportions of defence are fill'd;
Which of ^note a weak and niggardly projection ^note
Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat with scanting
A little cloth.

Fr. King.
Think we King Harry strong;
And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain
That haunted ^note us in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captived by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, Black Prince of Wales;
Whiles ^note that his mountain ^note sire, on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun ^note,
Saw his heroical ^note seed, and smiled to see him,
Mangle the work of nature and deface
The patterns that by God and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate ^note of him.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess.
Ambassadors from Harry ^note King of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.

Fr. King.
We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them. [Exeunt ^note Messenger and certain Lords.
You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.

Dau.
Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs
Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten
Runs far ^note before them. Good my sovereign,
Take up the English ^note short, and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting. ^noteRe-enter ^note Lords, with Exeter and train.

Fr. King.
From our brother England ^note?

Exe.
From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the name of God Almighty,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven,
By law of nature and of nations, 'long ^note
To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain
By custom and the ordinance of times
Unto the crown of France. That you may know
'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion raked,
He sends you this most memorable line ^note,

^note
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you overlook this ^note pedigree:
And when you find him evenly derived
From his most famed of famous ancestors,
Edward the third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.

Fr. King.
Or else what follows?

Exe.
Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce ^note tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That, if requiring fail, he will ^note compel;
And bids ^note you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws; and on ^note your head
Turning ^note the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the pining ^note maidens' groans ^note,
For husbands, fathers and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallow'd in this controversy.
This is his claim, his threatening and my message;
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too ^note.

Fr. King.
For us, we will consider of this further:
To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother England ^note.

Dau.
For the Dauphin,
I stand here for him: what to him from England?

Exe.
Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king; an if ^note your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot ^note an answer of it ^note,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide ^note your trespass and return your mock
In second accent of ^note his ordnance ^note.

Dau.
Say, if my father render ^note fair return ^note,
It is against my will; for I desire ^note
Nothing but odds with England: to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with the ^note Paris balls.

Exe.
He'll make your Paris Louvre ^note shake for it,
Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe:
And, be assured, you'll find a difference,
As we his subjects have in wonder found,
Between the promise of his greener days
And these he masters ^note now: now he weighs time
Even to the utmost grain: that ^note you shall read
In your own losses, if he ^note stay in France.

Fr. King.
To-morrow shall you ^note know our mind at full.

Exe.
Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king
Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.

Fr. King.
You shall be soon dispatch'd with fair conditions:

A night is but small breath ^note and little pause
To answer matters of this consequence. [Flourish. ^note Exeunt.

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