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The Life of

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.

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

2 bring: accompany
Staines: first stage on the road from London to Southampton
3 yearn: grieve