The interim, by remembering you 'tis past.

Then brook abridgement, and your eyes advance,
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.

[Exit.

Scene I.

France. The English camp.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day? Saint Davy's day is past.

Flu. There is occasions and causes why and where-
fore in all things: I will tell you, asse my
friend, Captain Gower: the rascally, scauld,
beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol, which
you and yourself and all the world know to be
no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no
、merits, he is come to me and prings me pread

and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my
leek: it was in a place where I could not breed
no contention with him; but I will be so bold as
to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and
then I will tell him a little piece of my desires.

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Enter Pistol.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey

cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-
cocks. God pless you, Aunchient Pistol! you
scurvy, lousy knave, God pless you.

Pist. Ha! art thou bedlam? dost thou thirst, base
Trojan,

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?

Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this leek: because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it, I would desire you to eat it.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats.

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Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] 30 Will you be so good, scauld knave, as eat it?

Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scauld knave, when God's will is I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals: come, there is sauce for it. [Strikes him.] You called me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a

squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to: if

you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. Gow. Enough, captain: you have astonished 40 him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my
leek, or I will peat his pate four days. Bite, I

pray you; it is good for your green wound and
your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite?

Flu. Yes, certainly, and out of doubt and out of
question too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge:
I eat and eat, I swear-

Flu. Eat, I pray you: will you have some more
sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to
swear by.

Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see I eat.
Flu. Much good do you, scauld knave, heartily.
Nay, pray you, throw none away; the skin is
good for your broken coxcomb.

When you

take occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you,
mock at 'em; that is all.

Pist. Good.

Flu. Ay, leeks is good: hold you, there is a groat

to heal your pate.

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Pist. Me a groat!

Flu. Yes, verily and in truth, you shall take it; or
I have another leek in my pocket, which you

shall eat.

Pist. I take thy groat in earnest of revenge.
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in

cudgels: you shall be a woodmonger, and buy
nothing of me but cudgels. God b' wi' you, 70
and keep you, and heal your pate.

[Exit.

Pist. All hell shall stir for this. Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, begun upon an honourable respect, and worn as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, and dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he could not speak English in the native garb, 80 he could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition. Fare ye well. [Exit. Pist. Doth Fortune play the huswife with me now? News have I, that my Doll is dead i' the spital Of malady of France;

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgelled. Well, bawd I'll turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal :
And patches will I get unto these cudgell'd scars,
And swear I got them in the Gallia wars.

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[Exit.

Scene II.

France. A royal palace.

Enter, at one door, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford, Gloucester, Warwick, Westmoreland, and other Lords; at another, the French King, Queen Isabel, the Princess Katharine, Alice and other Ladies; the Duke of Burgundy, and his train.

K. Hen. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!
Unto our brother France, and to our sister,

Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contrived,
We do salute you, Duke of Bungundy;

And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!