743And other diuels that suggest by treasons,

744Do botch and bungle vp damnation,

745With patches, colours, and with formes being fetcht

746From glist'ring semblances of piety:

747But he that temper'd thee, bad thee stand vp,

748Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,

749Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor.

750If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus,

751Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world,

752He might returne to vastie Tartar backe,

753And tell the Legions, I can neuer win

754A soule so easie as that Englishmans.

755Oh, how hast thou with iealousie infected

756The sweetnesse of affiance? Shew men dutifull,

757Why so didst thou: seeme they graue and learned?

758Why so didst thou. Come they of Noble Family?

759Why so didst thou. Seeme they religious?

760Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,

761Free from grosse passion, or of mirth, or anger,

762Constant in spirit, not sweruing with the blood,

763Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,

764Not working with the eye, without the eare,

765And but in purged iudgement trusting neither,

766Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme:

767And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot,

768To make thee full fraught man, and best indued

769With some suspition, I will weepe for thee.

770For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is like

771Another fall of Man. Their faults are open,

772Arrest them to the answer of the Law,

773And God acquit them of their practises.

774Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of

775Richard Earle of Cambridge.

776 I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas

777Lord Scroope of Marsham.

778 I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas

779Grey, Knight of Northumberland.

780Scro. Our purposes, God iustly hath discouer'd,

781And I repent my fault more then my death,

782Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue,

783Although my body pay the price of it.

784Cam. For me, the Gold of France did not seduce,

785Although I did admit it as a motiue,

786The sooner to effect what I intended:

787But God be thanked for preuention,

788Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce,

789Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.

790Gray. Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce

791At the discouery of most dangerous Treason,

792Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe,

793Preuented from a damned enterprize ;

794My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.

795King. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence

796You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person,

797Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers,

798Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:

799Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter,

800His Princes, and his Peeres to seruitude,

801His Subiects to oppression, and contempt,

802And his whole Kingdome into desolation:

803Touching our person, seeke we no reuenge,

804But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender,

805Whose ruine you sought, that to her Lawes

806We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence,

807(Poore miserable wretches) to your death:

808The taste whereof, God of his mercy giue

809You patience to indure, and true Repentance

810Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence. Exit.

811Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof

812Shall be to you as vs, like glorious.

813We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,

814Since God so graciously hath brought to light

815This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way,

816To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,

817But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way.

818Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer

819Our Puissance into the hand of God,

820Putting it straight in expedition.

821Chearely to Sea, the signes of Warre aduance,

822No King of England, if not King of France. Flourish.

824Hostesse. 'Prythee honey sweet Husband, let me bring

825thee to Staines.

826Pistoll. No: for my manly heart doth erne. Bardolph,

827be blythe: Nim, rowse thy vaunting Veines: Boy, brissle

828thy Courage vp: for Falstaffe hee is dead, and wee must

829erne therefore.

830Bard. Would I were with him, wheresomere hee is,

831eyther in Heauen, or in Hell.

832Hostesse. Nay sure, hee's not in Hell: hee's in Arthurs

833Bosome, if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome: a made a

834finer end, and went away and it had beene any Christome

835Child: a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One, eu'n

836at the turning o'th'Tyde: for after I saw him fumble with

837the Sheets, and play with Flowers, and smile vpon his fin-

838gers end, I knew there was but one way: for his Nose was

839as sharpe as a Pen, and a Table of greene fields. How now

840Sir Iohn (quoth I?) what man? be a good cheare: so a

841cryed out, God, God, God, three or foure times: now I,

842to comfort him, bid him a should not thinke of God; I

843hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any

844such thoughts yet: so a bad me lay more Clothes on his

845feet: I put my hand into the Bed, and felt them, and they

846were as cold as any stone: then I felt to his knees, and so

847vp-peer'd, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone.

848Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack.

849Hostesse. I, that a did.

850Bard. And of Women.

851Hostesse. Nay, that a did not.

852Boy. Yes that a did, and said they were Deules incar-

853nate.

854Woman. A could neuer abide Carnation, 'twas a Co-

855lour he neuer lik'd.

856Boy. A said once, the Deule would haue him about

857Women.

858Hostesse. A did in some sort (indeed) handle Women:

859but then hee was rumatique, and talk'd of the Whore of

860Babylon.

861Boy. Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon

862Bardolphs Nose, and a said it was a blacke Soule burning

863in Hell.

864Bard. Well, the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire:

865that's all the Riches I got in his seruice.

866Nim. Shall wee shogg? the King will be gone from

867Southampton.

868Pist. Come, let's away. My Loue, giue me thy Lippes:

869Looke to my Chattels, and my Moueables: Let Sences

870rule: The world is, Pitch and pay: trust none: for Oathes

871are Strawes, mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes, and hold-fast

872is the onely Dogge: My Ducke, therefore Caueto bee

873thy Counsailor. Goe, cleare thy Chrystalls. Yoke-

874fellowes in Armes, let vs to France, like Horse-