King. God quit you in his mercy. Heare your sentence.[5473]
You haue conspired against our royall person,
Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed.
And frō his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death
Touching our person we seeke no redresse.
But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender101
Whose ruine you haue sought,
That to our lawes we do deliuer you.
Get ye therefore hence: poore miserable creatures to your death,[5474]
The taste whereof, God in his mercy giue you105
Patience to endure, and true repentance of all your deeds amisse:
Beare them hence.
Exit three Lords.
Now Lords to France. The enterprise whereof,
Shall be to you as us, successiuely.
Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way110
Cheerly to sea, the signes of war aduance:
No King of England, if not King of France.
Exit omnes.
[Sc. IV.]
Enter Nim, Pistoll, Bardolfe, Hostes and a Boy.
Host. I prethy sweete heart, let me bring thee so farre as Stanes.
Pist. No fur, no fur.
Bar. Well sir Iohn is gone. God be with him.
Host. I, he is in Arthors bosom, if euer any were:
He went away as if it were a crysombd childe,[5475]5
Betweene twelue and one,
Iust at turning of the tide:
His nose was as sharpe as a pen:
For when I saw him fumble with the sheetes,
And talk of floures and smile vpō his fingers ends10
I knew there was no way but one.
How now sir Iohn quoth I?
And he cryed three times, God, God, God,
Now I to comfort him, bad him not think of God,
I hope there was no such need.15
Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feete:[5476]
And I felt to them, and they were as cold as any stone:
And to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone.
And so vpward, and vpward, and all was as cold as any stone.[5477]