BOY.Mine host Pistol,you must come to my master;and your hostess-he is very sick,and would to bed.Good Bardolph,put thy face between his sheets,and do the office of a warming-pan.Faith,he's very ill.BARDOLPH.Away,you rogue.HOSTESS.By my troth,he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days:the King has kill'd his heart.Good husband,come home presently.Exeunt HOSTESS and BOY BARDOLPH.Come,shall I make you two friends?We must to France together;why the devil should we keep knives to cut one another's throats?PISTOL.Let floods o'erswell,and fiends for food howl on!NYM.You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?PISTOL.Base is the slave that pays.NYM.That now I will have;that's the humour of it.PISTOL.As
manhood shall compound:push home.[PISTOL and Nym draw]BARDOLPH.By this sword,he that makes the first thrust I'll kill him;by this sword,I will.PISTOL.Sword is an oath,and oaths must have their course.[Sheathes his sword]BARDOLPH.Corporal Nym,an thou wilt be friends,be friends;an thou wilt not,why then be enemies with me too.Prithee put up.NYM.I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?PISTOL.A noble shalt thou have,and present pay;And liquor likewise will I give to thee,And friendship shall combine,and brotherhood.I'll live by Nym and Nym shall live by me.Is not this just?For I shall sutler be Unto the camp,and profits will accrue.Give me thy hand.NYM.[Sheathing his sword]I shall have my noble?PISTOL.In cash most justly paid.NYM.[Shaking hands]Well,then,that's the humour of't.
Re-enter HOSTESS
HOSTESS.As ever you come of women,come in quickly to Sir John.Ah,poor heart!he is so shak'd of a burning quotidian tertian that it is most lamentable to behold.Sweet men,come to him.NYM.The King hath run bad humours on the knight;that's the even of it.PISTOL.Nym,thou hast spoke the right;His heart is fracted and corroborate.NYM.The King is a good king,but it must be as it may;he passes some humours and careers.PISTOL.Let us condole the knight;for,lambkins,we will live.Exeunt
SCENE II.Southampton.A council-chamber
Enter EXETER,BEDFORD,and WESTMORELAND
BEDFORD.Fore God,his Grace is bold,to trust these traitors.EXETER.They shall be apprehended by and by.WESTMORELAND.How smooth and even they do bear themselves,As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,Crowned with faith and constant loyalty!BEDFORD.The King hath note of all that they intend,By interception which they dream not of.EXETER.Nay,but the man that was his bedfellow,Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours-That he should,for a foreign purse,so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery!
Trumpets sound.Enter the KING,SCROOP,CAMBRIDGE,GREY,and attendants
KING HENRY.Now sits the wind fair,and we will aboard.My Lord of Cambridge,and my kind Lord of Masham,And you,my gentle knight,give me your thoughts.Think you not that the pow'rs 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 assembled them?SCROOP.No doubt,my liege,if each man do his best.KING HENRY.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 with ours;Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish Success and conquest to attend on us.CAMBRIDGE.Never was monarch better fear'd and lov'd Than is your Majesty.There's not,I think,a subject That sits in heart-grief and uneasines Under the sweet shade of your government.GREY.True:those that were your father's enemies Have steep'd their galls in honey,and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.KING HENRY.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 and worthiness.SCROOP.So service shall with steeled sinews toil,And labour shall refresh itself with hope,To do your Grace incessant services.KING HENRY.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 more advice we pardon him.SCROOP.