Pist.
Ke ve la?

King.
A friend.

Pist.
Discus vnto me, art thou Gentleman?
Or art thou common, base, and popeler?

King.
No sir, I am a Gentleman of a Company.

Pist.
Trailes thou the puissant pike?

King.
Euen so sir. What are you?

Pist.
As good a gentleman as the Emperour.

King.
O then thou art better then the King?

Pist.
The kings a bago, and a hart of gold.

Pist. ^note
A lad of life, an impe of fame:
Of parents good, of fist most valiant:
I kis his durtie shoe: and from my hart strings
I loue the louely bully. What is thy name?

King.
Harry le Roy.

Pist.
Le Roy, a Cornish man:
Art thou of Cornish crew?

Kin.
No sir, I am a Wealchman.

Pist.
A Wealchman: knowst thou Flewellen?

Kin.
I sir, he is my kinsman.

Pist.
Art thou his friend?

Kin.
I sir.

Pist.
Figa for thee then: my name is Pistoll.

Kin.
It sorts well with your fiercenesse.

Pist.
Pistoll is my name. Exit Pistoll. Enter Gower and Flewellen.

Gour.
Captaine Flewellen.

Flew.
In the name of Iesu speake lewer ^note.
It is the greatest folly in the worell, when the auncient
Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept.
I warrant you, if you looke into the warres of the Romanes,
You shall finde no tittle tattle, nor bible bable there:
But you shall finde the cares, and the feares,
And the ceremonies, to be otherwise.

Gour.
Why the enemy is loud: you heard him all night.

Flew.
Godes sollud, if the enemy be an Asse & a Foole,
And a prating cocks-come, is it meet that we be also a foole,
And a prating cocks-come, in your conscience now?

Gour.
Ile speake lower.

Flew.
I beseech you do, good Captaine Gower. Exit Gower, and Flewellen.

Kin.
Tho it appeare a litle out of fashion,
Yet theres much care in this. Enter three Souldiers.

1. Soul.
Is not that the morning yonder?

2. Soul.
I we see the beginning,
God knowes whether we shall see the end or no.

3. Soul.
Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe
Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames,
And so I would he were, at all aduentures, and I with him.

Kin.
Now masters god ^note morrow, what cheare?

3. S.
Ifaith small cheer some of vs is like to haue,
Ere this day ende ^note.

Kin.
Why fear nothing man, the king is frolike.

2. S.
I he may be ^note, for he hath no cause as we

Kin.
Nay say not so, he is a man as we are.
The Violet smels to him as to ^note vs:
Therefore if he see reasons, he feares as we do.

2. Sol.
But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make,
If his cause be not good: when all those soules
Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here,
Shall ioyne together at the latter day,
And say I dyed at such a place. Some swearing:
Some their wiues rawly left:
Some leauing their children poore behind them.
Now if his cause be bad, I think it will be a greeuous matter to him.

King.
Why so you may say, if a man send his seruant
As Factor into another Countrey,
And he by any meanes miscarry,
You may say the businesse of the maister,
Was the author of his seruants misfortune.
Or if a sonne be imployd by his father,
And he fall into any leaud action, you may say the father
Was the author of his sonnes damnation.
But the master is not to answere for his seruants,
The father for his sonne, nor the king for his subiects:
For they purpose not their deaths, wh&ebar; they craue their seruices:
Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated
Murder on them:
Others the broken seale of Forgery, in beguiling maydens.
Now if these outstrip the lawe,
Yet they cannot escape Gods punishment.
War is Gods Beadel. War is Gods vengeance:
Euery mans seruice is the kings:
But euery mans soule is his owne.
Therfore I would haue euery souldier examine himselfe,
And wash euery moath out of his conscience:
That in so doing, he may be the readier for death:
Or not dying, why the time was well spent,
Wherein such preparation was made.

3. Lord. ^note
Yfaith he saies true:
Euery mans fault on ^note his owne head,
I would not haue the king answere for me.
Yet I intend to fight lustily for him.

King.
Well, I heard the king, he ^note wold not be ransomde.

2. L. ^note
I he said so, to make vs fight:
But when our throates be cut, he may be ransomde,
And we neuer the wiser.

King.
If I liue to see that, Ile neuer trust his word againe.

2. Sol.
Mas youle pay him then, tis a great displeasure
That an elder gun, can do against a cannon,
Or a subiect against a monarke.
Youle nere take his word again, your a nasse ^note goe.

King.
Your reproofe is somewhat too bitter:
Were it not at this time I could be angry.

2. Sol.
Why let it be a quarrell if thou wilt.

King.
How shall I know thee?

2. Sol.
Here is ^note my gloue, which if euer I see in thy hat,
Ile challenge thee, and strike thee.

Kin.
Here is likewise another of mine,
And assure ^note thee ile weare it.

2. Sol.
Thou dar'st as well be hangd.

3. Sol.
Be friends you fooles,
We haue French quarrels anow ^note in hand:
We haue no need of English broyles.

Kin.
Tis no treason to cut French crownes,
For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper. Exit the souldiers.

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