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Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
The Life of Henry the Fift. 73
480What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do,
481Were all thy children kinde and naturall:
482But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out,
484With treacherous Crownes, and three corrupted men:
485One, Richard Earle of Cambridge, and the second
486Henry Lord Scroope of Masham, and the third
487Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland,
488Haue for the Gilt of France (O guilt indeed)
490And by their hands, this grace of Kings must dye.
492Ere he take ship for France; and in Southampton.
493Linger your patience on, and wee'l digest
495The summe is payde, the Traitors are agreed,
496The King is set from London, and the Scene
497Is now transported (Gentles) to Southampton,
500And bring you backe: Charming the narrow seas
501To giue you gentle Passe: for if we may,
503But till the King come forth, and not till then,
505Enter Corporall Nym, and Lieutenant Bardolfe.
506Bar. Well met Corporall Nym.
507Nym. Good morrow Lieutenant Bardolfe.
511it may. I dare not fight, but I will winke and holde out
512mine yron: it is a simple one, but what though? It will
514sword will: and there's an end.
516and wee'l bee all three sworne brothers to France: Let't
517be so good Corporall Nym.
519taine 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.
521Bar. It is certaine Corporall, that he is marryed to
522Nell Quickly, and certainly she did you wrong, for you
523were troth-plight to her.
525may sleepe, and they may haue their throats about them
527be as it may, though patience be a tyred name, yet shee
529tell.
530Enter Pistoll, & Quickly.
533stoll?
536Lodgers.
537Host. No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge
538and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue
539honestly by the pricke of their Needles, but it will bee
542ry and murther committed.
546of Island.
548vp your sword.
552in thy throate, and in thy hatefull Lungs, yea in thy Maw
557haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well: If you
559Rapier, as I may, in fayre tearmes. If you would walke
560off, I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes, as
561I may, and that's the humor of it.
562Pist. O Braggard vile, and damned furious wight,
563The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere,
564Therefore exhale.
567dier.
570are most tall.
571Nym. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire
572termes, that is the humor of it.
576famy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Cressids kinde, Doll
579Pauca, there's enough to go to.
580Enter the Boy.
583Good Bardolfe, put thy face betweene his sheets, and do
584the Office of a Warming-pan: Faith, he's very ill.
585Bard. Away you Rogue.
586Host. By my troth he'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one
590to France together: why the diuel should we keep kniues
591to cut one anothers throats?
593on.
595at Betting?
597Nym. That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.
600Ile kill him: By this sword, I wil.
602Bar. Coporall Nym, & thou wilt be friends be frends,
603and thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me to: pre-
604thee put vp.
607shall combyne, and brotherhood. Ile liue by Nymme, &
609ler be vnto the Campe, and profits will accrue. Giue mee
610thy hand.
h 3 Nym.