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 Enter Chorus 
Chorus Now all the youth of England are on fire, 
 And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies: 
 Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought 
 Reigns solely in the breast of every man: 5
 They sell the pasture now to buy the horse, 
 Following the mirror of all Christian kings, 
 With winged heels, as English Mercuries. 
 For now sits Expectation in the air, 
 And hides a sword from hilts unto the point 10
 With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets, 
 Promised to Harry and his followers. 
 The French, advised by good intelligence 
 Of this most dreadful preparation, 
 Shake in their fear and with pale policy 15
 Seek to divert the English purposes. 
 O England! model to thy inward greatness, 
 Like little body with a mighty heart, 
 What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do, 
 Were all thy children kind and natural! 20
 But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out 
 A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills 
 With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men, 
 One, Richard Earl of Cambridge, and the second, 
 Henry Lord Scroop of Masham, and the third, 25
 Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland, 
 Have, for the gilt of France,--O guilt indeed! 
 Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France; 
 And by their hands this grace of kings must die, 
 If hell and treason hold their promises, 30
 Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton. 
 Linger your patience on; and we'll digest 
 The abuse of distance; force a play: 
 The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed; 
 The king is set from London; and the scene 35
 Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton; 
 There is the playhouse now, there must you sit: 
 And thence to France shall we convey you safe, 
 And bring you back, charming the narrow seas 
 To give you gentle pass; for, if we may, 40
 We'll not offend one stomach with our play. 
 But, till the king come forth, and not till then, 
 Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. 
ACT II SCENE I London. A street. 
 Enter Corporal NYM and Lieutenant BARDOLPH 
BARDOLPH Well met, Corporal Nym. 45
NYM Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. 
BARDOLPH What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet? 
NYM For my part, I care not: I say little; but when 
 time shall serve, there shall be smiles; but that 
 shall be as it may. I dare not fight; but I will 50

wink and hold out mine iron: it is a simple one; but
 what though? it will toast cheese, and it will 
 endure cold as another man's sword will: and 
 there's an end. 
BARDOLPH I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and 55
 we'll be all three sworn brothers to France: let it 
 be so, good Corporal Nym. 
NYM Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the 
 certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I 
 will do as I may: that is my rest, that is the 60
 rendezvous of it. 
BARDOLPH It is certain, corporal, that he is married to Nell 
 Quickly: and certainly she did you wrong; for you 
 were troth-plight to her. 
NYM I cannot tell: things must be as they may: men may 65
 sleep, and they may have their throats about them at 
 that time; and some say knives have edges. It must 
 be as it may: though patience be a tired mare, yet 
 she will plod. There must be conclusions. Well, I 
 cannot tell. 70
 Enter PISTOL and Hostess 
BARDOLPH Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good 
 corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol! 
PISTOL Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand, 
 I swear, I scorn the term; Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers. 
Hostess No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and 75
 board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen that live 
 honestly by the prick of their needles, but it will 
 be thought we keep a bawdy house straight. 
 NYM and PISTOL draw 
 O well a day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! we 
 shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. 80
BARDOLPH Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here. 
NYM Pish! 
PISTOL Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland! 
Hostess Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour, and put up your sword. 
NYM Will you shog off? I would have you solus. 85
PISTOL 'Solus,' egregious dog? O viper vile! 
 The 'solus' in thy most mervailous face; 
 The 'solus' in thy teeth, and in thy throat, 
 And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy, 
 And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! 90
 I do retort the 'solus' in thy bowels; 
 For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, 
 And flashing fire will follow. 
NYM I am not Barbason; you cannot conjure me. I have an 
 humour to knock you indifferently well. If you grow 95
 foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my 
 rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you would walk 
 off, I would prick your guts a little, in good 
 terms, as I may: and that's the humour of it. 
PISTOL O braggart vile and damned furious wight! 100
 The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; 
 Therefore exhale. 
BARDOLPH Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes the 
 first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as I am a soldier. 
PISTOL An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. 105
 Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give: 
 Thy spirits are most tall. 
NYM I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in fair 
 terms: that is the humour of it. 
PISTOL 'Couple a gorge!' 110
 That is the word. I thee defy again. 
 O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get? 
 No; to the spital go, 
 And from the powdering tub of infamy 
 Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind, 115
 Doll Tearsheet she by name, and her espouse: 
 I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly 
 For the only she; and--pauca, there's enough. Go to. 
 Enter the Boy 
Boy Mine host Pistol, you must come to my master, and 
 you, hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed. 120
 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 killed his heart. Good 125
 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! 130
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. 
 They draw 
BARDOLPH By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll 135
 kill him; by this sword, I will. 
PISTOL Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course. 
BARDOLPH Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: 
 an thou wilt not, why, then, be enemies with me too. 
 Prithee, put up. 140
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; 145
 Is not this just? for I shall sutler be 
 Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. 
 Give me thy hand. 
NYM I shall have my noble? 
PISTOL In cash most justly paid. 150
NYM Well, then, that's the humour of't. 
 Re-enter Hostess 
Hostess As ever you came of women, come in quickly to Sir 
 John. Ah, poor heart! he is so shaked of a burning 
 quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to 
 behold. Sweet men, come to him. 155
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; 160
 he passes some humours and careers. 
PISTOL Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live. Exeunt 

Henry V, Act 2, Scene 2


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