Nim. Shall we shog off?
The king wil be gone from Southampton.35
Pist. Cleare vp thy cristalles,
Looke to my chattels and my moueables.
Trust none: the word is pitch and pay:[5480]
Mens words are wafer cakes,
And holdfast is the onely dog my deare.40
Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor,
Touch her soft lips and part.
Bar. Farewell hostes.
Nim. I cannot kis: and theres the humor of it.
But adieu.45
Pist. Keepe fast thy buggle boe.
Exit omnes.
[Sc. V.]
Enter King of France, Bourbon, Dolphin, and others.
King. Now you Lords of Orleance,
Of Bourbon, and of Berry,
You see the King of England is not slack,
For he is footed on this land alreadie.
Dolphin. My gratious Lord, tis meete we all goe foorth,5
And arme vs against the foe:
And view the weak & sickly parts of France:
But let vs do it with no show of feare,
No with no more, then if we heard
England were busied with a Moris dance.[5481]10
For my good Lord, she is so idely kingd,
Her scepter so fantastically borne,
So guided by a shallow humorous youth,
That feare attends her not.