ACT I His present and your pains we thank you for: That I will dazzle all the eyes of France, 260 270 280 Yea, strike the Dolphin blind to look on us. To Whom I do appeal; and in Whose name, To venge me as I may, and to put forth My rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause. 290 So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dolphin EXE. This was a merry message. all terms at tennis. 2 Throne. si.e. from the place of the Throne; the Court. 300 K. HEN. We hope to make the sender blush at it. 310 ACT II Flourish. Enter Chorus. CHOR. Now all the Youth of England are on fire, Of this most dreadful preparation, Shake in their fear, and with pale policy Seek to divert the English purposes. O England! model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What might'st thou do, that Honour would thee do,* But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out essential musters and accumulations. 2 scold, punish. 3 spying. 10 20 4 = thou did. ACT I Sc. II ACT II With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men: 6 30 40 [exit. SCENE I. London. A Street. Enter CORPORAL NYM and LIEUTENANT BARDOLPH. BARD. Well met, Corporal Nym. NYM. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph. 8 BARD. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet? 9 NYM. Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I 1 i.c. gold. 2 solemnly entered into. 3 affrighted. 4 ornament. 6 i.e. the Channel. 16 5 stuff out. 7 i.e. our Play, o'erleaping space, shall make none sea-sick. 8 shut mine eyes. will die as I may: that is my rest,' that is the rendez- ACT II vous of it. BARD. It is certain, Corporal, that he is married to Nell Quickly and, certainly, she did you wrong; for you were troth-plight to her. 19 NYм. I cannot tell things must be as they may: men BARD. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife: good Enter PISTOL and the Hostess. How now, mine Host Pistol! PIST. Base Tike,3 call'st thou me Host? Sc. I Now, by this hand, I swear I scorn the term; 30 HOST. No, by my troth, not long; for we cannot lodge and 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 draws.] O well-a-day, Lady, if he be not drawn! [PISTOL draws.] Now we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. Good Lieutenant Bardolph, good Corporal, offer nothing here. [They put up. NYM. Pish! 40 PIST. Pish for thee, Iceland Dog! thou prick-ear'd' Cur of Iceland! HOST. Good Corporal Nym, shew thy valour, and put up your sword. NYм. Will you shog off?" I would have you solus. PIST. 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! I do retort the solus in thy bowels; 50 1 (slang) 'last pitch'=all I have; with a play on the common sense of the word which (naturally) brings on the 'rendez-vous' of the final clause. 2 get forward. ACT II 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 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. PIST. O Braggart vile, and damned furious Wight! The Grave doth gape, and doating Death is near; 60 [They draw. BARD. Hear me, hear me what I say: he that strikes PIST. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall abate. 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. PIST. Couple a* gorge! 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, I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly Enter the Boy. 70 79 Boy. Mine Host Pistol, you must come to my master, and you, 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. BARD. Away, you Rogue! HOST. 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. 1 i.e. understand. 4 Pistolese for couper la. 2 i.e. a Devil. [Exeunt Hostess and Boy. 3 (slang)='lug out'; 'produce your iron.' 5 i.e. the tub in which the Elizabethan syphilee was 6 (slang)=the pocky harlot. 7i.e. 'Pauca verba'no more words; 'dry up.' |