There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should dress us fairly for our end. Thus may we gather honey from the weed, And make a moral of the devil himself. Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham: A good soft pillow for that good white head Were better than a churlish turf of France. Not so, my liege: this lodging likes me better, Since I may say 'Now lie I like a king.' 'Tis good for men to love their present pains Upon example; so the spirit is eased: And when the mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, The organs, though defunct and dead before, Break up their drowsy grave and newly move, With casted slough and fresh legerity. Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both, Commend me to the princes in our camp; Do my good morrow to them, and anon Desire them an to my pavilion. We shall, my liege. Shall I attend your grace? No, my good knight; Go with my brothers to my lords of England: I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry! God-a-mercy, old heart! thou speak'st cheerfully. Qui va la? A friend. Discuss unto me; art thou officer? Or art thou base, common and popular? I am a gentleman of a company. Trail'st thou the puissant pike? Even so. What are you? As good a gentleman as the emperor. Then you are a better than the king. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, A lad of life, an imp of fame; Of parents good, of fist most valiant. I kiss his dirty shoe, and from heart-string I love the lovely bully. What is thy name? Harry le Roy. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Cornish crew? No, I am a Welshman. Know'st thou Fluellen? Yes. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate Upon Saint Davy's day. Do not you wear your dagger in your cap that day, lest he knock that about yours. Art thou his friend? And his kinsman too. The figo for thee, then! I thank you: God be with you! My name is Pistol call'd. It sorts well with your fierceness. Captain Fluellen! So! in the name of Jesu Christ, speak lower. It is