# Henry V (1918) Yale/Text/Act II

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ACT SECOND
Flourish. Enter 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: 4 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 8 And hides a sword from hilts unto the point With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets, Promis'd to Harry and his followers. The French, advis'd by good intelligence 12 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, 16 Like little body with a mighty heart, What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural! But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out 20 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, 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,— 28 If hell and treason hold their promises,— Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton. Linger your patience on, and we'll digest The abuse of distance; force a play. 32 The sum is paid; the traitors are agreed; The king is set from London; and the scene 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, We'll not offend one stomach with our play. 40 But, till the king come forth and not till then, Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. Exit.
Scene One
[London. A street]
Enter Corporal Nym and Lieutenant Bardolph.
Bard. Well met, Corporal Nym.
Nym. Good morrow, Lieutenant Bardolph.
Bard. What, are Ancient Pistol and you friends yet? 4
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 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. 11
Bard. I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends, and 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 rendezvous of it. 18
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. 21
Nym. I cannot tell; things must be as they may: men may 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.
Enter Pistol and [Hostess] Quickly.
Bard. Here comes Ancient Pistol and his wife. Good corporal, be patient here. How now, mine host Pistol!
Pist. Base tike, call'st thou me host? Now, by this hand, I swear, I scorn the term; 32 Nor shall my Nell keep lodgers.
Host. No, by my troth, not long; for we can- not lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle- women that live honestly by the prick of their ​needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy- house straight. O well-a-day, Lady! if he be not drawn now: we shall see wilful adultery and murder committed. 40
Bard. Good lieutenant! good corporal! offer nothing here.
Nym. Pish!
Pist. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick-ear'd cur of Iceland! 44
Host. Good Corporal Nym, show thy valour and put up your sword.
Nym. 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! 53 I do retort the solus in thy bowels; For I can take, and Pistol's cock is up, And flashing fire will follow. 56
Nym. I am not Barbason; you cannot con- jure me. I have an humour to knock you in- differently 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! 64 The grave doth gape, and doting death is near; Therefore exhale.
​Bard. 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. [Draws.]
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. 72
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. 76 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, 80 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 your hostess: he is very sick, and would to bed. Good Bardolph, put thy face be- tween his sheets and do the office of a warming- pan. Faith, he's very ill. 88
Bard. Away, you rogue!
Host. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pudding one of these days. The king has killed his heart. Good husband, come home presently.
Exit [with Boy].
Bard. 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? 96
Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food howl on!
Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of you at betting?
Pist. Base is the slave that pays. 100
Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour of it.
Pist. As manhood shall compound: push home.
Draw.
Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first thrust, I'll kill him; by this sword, I will. 105
Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have their course.
Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be friends: an thou wilt not, why then, be ene- mies with me too. Prithee, put up. 109
Nym. I shall have my eight shillings I won of you at betting?
Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, 113 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 116 Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Give me thy hand.
Nym. I shall have my noble?
Pist. In cash most justly paid.
Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it. 121
Enter Hostess.
Host. 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.
Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the knight; that's the even of it. 128
Pist. 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. 133
Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live. [Exeunt.]
Scene Two
[Southampton. A Council-chamber]
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland.
Bed. 'Fore God, his Grace is bold to trust these traitors.
Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.
West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, 4 Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.
Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, ​Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours, 9 That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery!
Sound trumpets. Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, and Grey [with Attendants].
K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. 12 My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham, And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not that the powers we bear with us Will cut their passage through the force of France, 16 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.
K. Hen. I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded 20 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. 24
Cam. 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 uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government. 28
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.
K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness, 32 ​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, 36 And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your Grace incessant services.
K. Hen. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter, Enlarge the man committed yesterday 40 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. That's mercy, but too much security: Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example 45 Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
K. Hen. O! let us yet be merciful.
Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. 48
Grey. Sir, You show great mercy, if you give him life After the taste of much correction.
K. Hen. Alas! your too much love and care of me 52 Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, 56 Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care, And tender preservation of our person, ​Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes: 60 Who are the late commissioners?
Cam. I one, my lord: Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
Scroop. So did you me, my liege. 64
Grey. And I, my royal sovereign.
K. Hen. Then, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is yours; There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight, Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: 68 Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter, We will aboard to-night. Why, how now, gentlemen! What see you in those papers that you lose 72 So much complexion? Look ye, how they change! Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there, That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance?
Cam.I do confess my fault, 76 And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
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K. Hen. The mercy that was quick in us but late By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: 80 You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. See you, my princes and my noble peers, 84 These English monsters! My Lord of Cambridge here, You know how apt our love was to accord ​To furnish him with all appertinents Belonging to his honour; and this man 88 Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd, And sworn unto the practices of France, To kill us here in Hampton: to the which This knight, no less for bounty bound to us 92 Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But O! What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel, Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature! Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels, That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, 97 That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold Wouldst thou have practis'd on me for thy use! May it be possible that foreign hire 100 Could out of thee extract one spark of evil That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange That, though the truth of it stands off as gross As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it. Treason and murder ever kept together, 105 As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Working so grossly in a natural cause That admiration did not whoop at them: 108 But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Wonder to wait on treason and on murder: And whatsoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee so preposterously 112 Hath got the voice in hell for excellence: And other devils that suggest by treasons Do botch and bungle up damnation With patches, colours, and with forms, being fetch'd 116 ​From glistering semblances of piety; But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up, Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. 120 If that same demon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, He might return to vasty Tartar back, And tell the legions, 'I can never win 124 A soul so easy as that Englishman's.' O! how hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance. Show men dutiful? Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned? 128 Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family? Why, so didst thou: seem they religious? Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet, Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger, 132 Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood, Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement, Not working with the eye without the ear, And but in purged judgment trusting neither? 136 Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem: And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man and best indu'd With some suspicion. I will weep for thee; 140 For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like Another fall of man. Their faults are open: Arrest them to the answer of the law; And God acquit them of their practices! 144
Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Richard Earl of Cambridge.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry Lord Scroop of Masham. 148
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd, And I repent my fault more than my death; 152 Which I beseech your highness to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it.
Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce, Although I did admit it as a motive 156 The sooner to effect what I intended: But God be thanked for prevention; Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice, Beseeching God and you to pardon me. 160
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice At the discovery of most dangerous treason Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself, Prevented from a damned enterprise. 164 My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. You have conspir'd against our royal person, Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers 168 Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death; Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, His princes and his peers to servitude, His subjects to oppression and contempt, 172 And his whole kingdom into desolation. Touching our person seek we no revenge; ​But we our kingdom's safety must so tender, Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws 176 We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, Poor miserable wretches, to your death; The taste whereof, God of his mercy give You patience to endure, and true repentance 180 Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.
Exeunt [Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, guarded].
Now, lords, for France! the enterprise whereof Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. We doubt not of a fair and lucky war, 184 Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous treason lurking in our way To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now But every rub is smoothed on our way. 188 Then forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver Our puissance into the hand of God, Putting it straight in expedition. Cheerly to sea! the signs of war advance: 192 No king of England, if not king of France.
Flourish. [Exeunt.]
Scene Three
[London. A street]
Enter Pistol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy, and Hostess.
Host. Prithee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.
Pist. No; for my manly heart doth yearn. ​Bardolph, be blithe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; 4 Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore.
Bard. Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell! 8
Host. Nay, sure, he's not in hell: he's in Ar- thur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bo- som. A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just 12 between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for 16 his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: 'what, man! be of good cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!' three or four times: now I, 20 to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God, I hoped there was no need to trouble him- self with any such thoughts yet. So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand 24 into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. 28
Nym. They say he cried out of sack.
Host. Ay, that a' did.
Bard. And of women.
Host. Nay, that a' did not. 32
​Boy. Yes, that a' did; and said they were devils incarnate.
Host. A' could never abide carnation; 'twas a colour he never liked. 36
Boy. A' said once, the devil would have him about women.
Host. A' did in some sort, indeed, handle women; but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon. 41
Boy. Do you not remember a' saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose, and a' said it was a black soul burning in hell-fire? 44
Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his ser- vice.
Nym. Shall we shog? the king will be gone from Southampton. 49
Pist. Come, let's away. My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels and my moveables: Let senses rule, the word is, 'Pitch and pay'; 52 Trust none; For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck: Therefore, 'caveto' be thy counsellor. 56 Go, clear thy crystals. Yoke-fellows in arms, Let us to France; like horse-leeches, my boys, To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck!
Boy. And that's but unwholesome food, they say. 61
Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march.
Bard. Farewell, hostess. [Kissing her.]
​Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; but, adieu. 65
Pist. Let housewifery appear: keep close, I thee command.
Host. Farewell; adieu. Exeunt.
Scene Four
[France. An Apartment in the French King's Palace]
Flourish. Enter the French King, the Dauphin, the Dukes of Berri and Bretagne [the Constable, and Others].
Fr. King. Thus comes the English with full power upon us; And more than carefully it us concerns To answer royally in our defences. Therefore the Dukes of Berri and Bretagne, 4 Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth, And you, Prince Dauphin, with all swift dispatch, To line and new repair our towns of war With men of courage and with means defendant: 8 For England his approaches makes as fierce As waters to the sucking of a gulf: It fits us then to be as provident As fear may teach us, out of late examples 12 Left by the fatal and neglected English Upon our fields.
Dau. My most redoubted father, It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe; ​For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,— Though war nor no known quarrel were in question,— 17 But that defences, musters, preparations, Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, As were a war in expectation. 20 Therefore, I say 'tis meet we all go forth To view the sick and feeble parts of France: And let us do it with no show of fear; No, with no more than if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance: 25 For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd, Her sceptre so fantastically borne By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, 28 That fear attends her not.
Con.O peace, Prince Dauphin! You are too much mistaken in this king. Question your Grace the late ambassadors, With what great state he heard their embassy, How well supplied with noble counsellors, 33 How modest in exception, and withal How terrible in constant resolution, And you shall find his vanities forespent 36 Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring and be most delicate. 40
Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable; But though we think it so, it is no matter: In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh The enemy more mighty than he seems: 44 So the proportions of defence are fill'd; ​Which of a weak and niggardly projection Doth like a miser spoil his coat with scanting A little cloth.
Fr. King. Think we King Harry strong; 48 And; princes, look you strongly arm to meet him. The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us, And he is bred out of that bloody strain That haunted us in our familiar paths: 52 Witness our too much memorable shame When Cressy battle fatally was struck And all our princes captiv'd by the hand Of that black name, Edward Black Prince of Wales; 56 Whiles that his mountain sire, on mountain standing, Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun, Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature, and deface 60 The patterns that by God and by French fathers Had twenty years been made. This is a stem Of that victorious stock; and let us fear The native mightiness and fate of him. 64
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Ambassadors from Harry King of England Do crave admittance to your majesty.
Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Go, and bring them.
[Exeunt Messenger and certain Lords.]
You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends. 68
Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs Most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten ​Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, Take up the English short, and let them know Of what a monarchy you are the head: 73 Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting.
Enter Exeter [with Lords and train].
Fr. King. From our brother of England?
Exe. From him; and thus he greets your majesty. 76 He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, That you divest yourself, and lay apart The borrow'd glories that by gift of heaven, By law of nature and of nations 'long 80 To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown And all wide-stretched honours that pertain By custom and the ordinance of times Unto the crown of France. That you may know 'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim, 85 Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd, He sends you this most memorable line, 88 In every branch truly demonstrative; Willing you overlook this pedigree; And when you find him evenly deriv'd From his most fam'd of famous ancestors, 92 Edward the Third, he bids you then resign Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held From him the native and true challenger.
Fr. King. Or else what follows? 96
Exe. Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it: ​Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, In thunder and in earthquake like a Jove, 100 That, if requiring fail, he will compel; And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, Deliver up the crown, and to take mercy On the poor souls for whom this hungry war 104 Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans, For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, 108 That shall be swallow'd in this controversy. This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message; Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, To whom expressly I bring greeting too. 112
Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further: To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother of England.
Dau.For the Dauphin, I stand here for him: what to him from England? 116
Exe. Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt, And anything that may not misbecome The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king: an if your father's highness 120 Do not, in grant of all demands at large, Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, He'll call you to so hot an answer of it, That caves and womby vaultages of France 124 Shall chide your trespass and return your mock In second accent of his ordnance.
Dau. Say, if my father render fair return, It is against my will; for I desire 128 ​Nothing but odds with England: to that end, As matching to his youth and vanity, I did present him with the Paris balls.
Exe. He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it, 132 Were it the mistress-court of mighty Europe: And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference— As we his subjects have in wonder found— Between the promise of his greener days 136 And these he masters now. Now he weighs time Even to the utmost grain; that you shall read In your own losses, if he stay in France.
Fr. King. To-morrow shall you know our mind at full. Flourish. 140
Exe. Dispatch us with all speed, lest that our king Come here himself to question our delay; For he is footed in this land already.
Fr. King. You shall be soon dispatch'd with fair conditions: 144 A night is but small breath and little pause To answer matters of this consequence. Exeunt.
Footnotes to Act II
Chorus
​Act Second S. d. Flourish: music of trumpets 12 intelligence: reconnaissance 14 policy: trickery 18 would: would have 19 kind: true to their kinship 20 France: the king of France 22 crowns: crown-pieces, gold ​
Scene One
​3 Ancient: Ensign 6 smiles; cf. n. ​8 wink: shut my eyes 11 there's an end; cf. n. 17 rest: resolve; cf. n. 18 rendezvous; cf. n. 21 troth-plight: betrothed 31 tike: cur ​38 Lady: an oath by the Virgin Mary 44 Iceland dog; cf. n. 47 shog: move 50 mervailous: marvelous 52 perdy: par Dieu 55 take: take fire 57 Barbason: name of a fiend; cf. n. 66 exhale: draw forth (thy sword) ​70 mickle might: great weight 72 tall: valiant 75 Couple a gorge: coupe la gorge 77 hound of Crete; cf. n. 78 spital: hospital 79 powdering-tub; cf. n. 80 the lazar kite of Cressid's kind; cf. n. 83 pauca: briefly 86 thy face; cf. n. 92 presently: immediately ​103 compound: decide 107 an: if 112 noble: 6s. 8d. 116 sutler: one who sells provisions and liquor ​124 quotidian tertian; cf. n. 128 the even of it; cf. 'the long and the short of it' 130 fracted: broken corroborate; cf. n. 133 careers; cf. n. 134 condole: sympathise with
Scene Two
​2 by and by: immediately ​15 powers: forces 18 in head: as an army ​34 quittance: reward 40 Enlarge: set free 43 his more advice: his return to greater coolness of mind 46 by his sufferance: because he is pardoned 53 orisons: petitions 54 proceeding on distemper: arising from drunkenness ​61 the late commissioners: those lately commissioned 63 it: i.e., his commission 79 quick: alive 86 apt: ready accord: consent ​90 unto the practices: in accord with the plots 91 Hampton: Southampton 107 grossly: palpably 108 admiration: wonder 109 proportion: seemliness 112 preposterously: contrary to the natural order of things 113 voice: verdict 114 suggest: seduce ​117 glistering: glittering 118 temper'd: moulded (to his purpose) stand up; cf. n. 119 instance: motive 123 Tartar: Tartarus (the classical hell) 126 jealousy: suspicion 127 affiance: trust Show: appear 133 blood: passion 134 complement: external appearance 136 but in purged judgment: except after careful scrutiny 137 bolted: sifted; i.e., tested 139 full-fraught: fully laden (with virtues) best indu'd: most richly endowed ​151 discover'd: revealed 155-157 Cf. n. 159 in sufferance: while suffering the penalty 166 quit: pardon 169 earnest: pledge money ​175 tender: cherish 181 dear: grievous 183 like: in equal degree 188 rub: obstacle 191 straight: at once expedition: motion 192 signs: standards advance: raise
Scene Three
​2 bring: accompany Staines: first stage on the road from London to Southampton 3 yearn: grieve ​9 Arthur's bosom; cf. n. 11 A': he an: as if 12 christom: not yet a month old 17, 18 and a' babbled of green fields; cf. n. 29 of: against sack: a white wine ​39 handle: talk of 40 rheumatic: error for 'lunatic' 52 senses: prudence word: motto Pitch and pay: cash down 54 wafer-cakes: i.e., very fragile 56 caveto: beware 57 clear thy crystals: dry your eyes (?) ​66 housewifery: economy
Scene Four
​Scene Four S. d. Constable; cf. n. 2 more than carefully: with more than common care 7 line: strengthen 9 England: the king of England 10 gulf: whirlpool 13 fatal and neglected: fatally neglected ​25 Whitsun morris-dance; cf. n. 28 humorous: full of whims 34 exception: offering objections 36 forespent: past 37 Brutus; cf. n. ​46 projection: calculation 50 been flesh'd: preyed; cf. n. 57 mountain sire: mighty father 64 fate: what he is destined to perform 67 present: immediate ​80 'long: belong 85 sinister: unfair awkward: perverse 88 line: pedigree 91 evenly deriv'd: directly descended 94 indirectly: wrongfully ​101 requiring: requesting 102 in the bowels: by the mercy 124 womby vaultages: deep caverns 126 second accent of his ordnance: echoes of his cannon ​129 odds: discord 136 greener: younger 137 masters: possesses 145 breath: breathing space