Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Life of Henry the Fift.
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480What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do,
¶Were all thy children kinde and naturall:
¶But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out,
¶With treacherous Crownes, and three corrupted men:
485One, Richard Earle of Cambridge, and the second
¶Henry Lord Scroope of Masham, and the third
¶Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland,
¶Haue for the Gilt of France (O guilt indeed)
¶Confirm'd Conspiracy with fearefull France,
490And by their hands, this grace of Kings must dye.
¶Ere he take ship for France; and in Southampton.
¶Linger your patience on, and wee'l digest
495The summe is payde, the Traitors are agreed,
¶The King is set from London, and the Scene
¶Is now transported (Gentles) to Southampton,
500And bring you backe: Charming the narrow seas
¶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
505
Enter Corporall Nym, and Lieutenant Bardolfe.
¶Bar. Well met Corporall Nym.
¶Nym. Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe.
¶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
¶sword will: and there's an end.
¶and wee'l bee all three sworne brothers to France: Let't
¶be so good Corporall Nym.
¶taine of it: and when I cannot liue any longer, I will doe
520as 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
¶were troth-plight to her.
525may sleepe, and they may haue their throats about them
¶be as it may, though patience be a tyred name, yet shee
¶tell.
530
Enter Pistoll, & Quickly.
¶Corporall be patient heere. How now mine Hoaste Pi-
¶stoll?
¶Lodgers.
¶Host. No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge
¶and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue
¶honestly by the pricke of their Needles, but it will bee
¶ry and murther committed.
¶Bar. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing
¶heere.
Nym. Pish.
¶of Island.
¶vp your sword.
¶in thy throate, and in thy hatefull Lungs, yea in thy Maw
¶do retort the solus in thy bowels, for I can take, and Pi-
¶haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well: If you
¶Rapier, as I may, in fayre tearmes. If you would walke
560off, 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,
¶The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere,
¶Therefore exhale.
¶dier.
570are most tall.
¶Nym. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire
¶termes, that is the humor of it.
575No, to the spittle goe, and from the Poudring tub of in-
¶Pauca, there's enough to go to.
580
Enter the Boy.
¶Good Bardolfe, put thy face betweene his sheets, and do
¶the Office of a Warming-pan: Faith, he's very ill.
585Bard. Away you Rogue.
¶Host. By my troth he'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one
¶band come home presently.
Exit
590to France together: why the diuel should we keep kniues
¶to cut one anothers throats?
¶on.
595at Betting?
¶Nym. That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.
600Ile kill him: By this sword, I wil.
¶Bar. Coporall Nym, & thou wilt be friends be frends,
¶and thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me to: pre-
¶thee put vp.
¶shall combyne, and brotherhood. Ile liue by Nymme, &
¶ler be vnto the Campe, and profits will accrue. Giue mee
610thy hand.
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Nym.
