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The course of it so far. There is your crown; Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; How cold it struck my heart ! if I do feign, And all thy friends, which thou must make thy 0, let me in my present wildness die ;
friends, And never live to shew the incredulous world Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; The noble change that I have purposed ! By whose fell working I was first advanc'd, Coming to look on you, thinking you dead, And by whose power I well might lodge a fear (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,) To be again displac'd : which to avoid, I spake unto the crown, as having sense, I cut them off; and had a purpose now And thus upbraided it: The care on thee de- To lead out many to the Holy Land ; pending,
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look Hath fed upon the body of my father ;
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne Preserving life in medcine potable :
out, But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, May waste the memory of the former days. Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, liege,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me. Accusing it, I put it on my head ;
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive ! To try with it, -as with an enemy,
And grant it may with thee in true peace live! That had before my face murder'd my father, P. Hen. My gracious liege, The quarrel of a true inheritor.
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; But it it did infect my blood with joy,
Then plain, and right, must my possession be: Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; Which I, with more than with a common pain, If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. Did, with the least affection of a welcome, Give entertainment to the might of it,
Enter Prince John of LANCASTER, WARWICK, Let God for ever keep it from my head !
Lords, and Others. And make me as the poorest vassal is,
K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
Lancaster. K, Hen, 0, my son !
P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,
royal father? That thou might'st win the more thy father's K. Hen. Thou bring’st me happiness, and love,
peace, son John ; Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; From this hare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, And hear, I think, the very latest counsel, My worldly business makes a period.That ever I shall breathe.' Heaven knows, my Where is my lord of Warwick? son,
P. Hen. My lord of Warwick ! By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, K. Hen. Dóth any name particular belong I met this crown; and I myself know well, Unto the lodging, where I first did swoon? How troublesome it sat upon my head :
War. 'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. To thee it shall descend with better quiet, K. Hen. Laud be to God !-even there my life Better opinion, better confirmation ;
must end. For all the soil of the achievement goes
It hath been prophesied to ine many years, With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, I should not die but in Jerusalem ; But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land: And I had many living, to upbraid
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; My gain of it by their assistances ;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Ereunt. Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed,
have some countenance at his friend's request. SCENE I.-Glostershire. A hall in Shallow's an honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, house.
when a knave is not. I have served your worEnter Shallow, Falstaff, BARDOLPH, and not once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave
ship truly, sir, these eight years; and it I canPage.
against an honest man, I have but a very little Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away credit with your worship. The knave is mine to-night.-What, Davy, I say !
honest friend, sir ; therefore, I beseech your Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert worship, let him be countenanced. Shallow.
Shal. Go to ; I say, he shall have no wrong. Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be Look about, Davy. [Exit Dury.] Where are excused ; excuses shall not be admitted ; there you, sir John? Come, off with your boots.is no excuse shall serve ; you shall not be excu- Give me your hand, master Bardolph. sed.-Why, Davy !
Bard. I am glad to see your worship. .
Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind Enter Davy.
master Bardolph :--and welcome, my tall fel. Dary. Here, sir.
low. (To the Page.] Come, sir John. Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy;
[Erit Shallou. let me see :---yea, marry, William cook, bid Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shalhim come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be low. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt excused.
Bardolph and Page.] If I were sowed into quanDávy. Marry, sir, thás ;-those précepts can- tities, I should make four dozen of such beardnot be served, and, again, sir,—Shall we sowed hiermit’s-staves as master Shallow. It is a the head-land with wheat ?
wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for Wil- of his men's spirits and his : They, by observing liam cook ;--Are there no young pigeons ? him, do bear themselves like foolish justices;
Davy. Yes, sir.Here is now the smith's note, he, by, conversing with them, is turned into a for shoeing, and plough-irons.
justice-like serving-man; their spirits are so Skal. Let it be cast, and paid :-sir Jolin, you married in conjunction with the participation of shall not be excused.
society, that they flock together in consent, like Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must
so many wild-geese. If I had a suit to master needs be had : -- And, sir, do you mean to stop Shallow, I would humour his men, with the imany of William's wages, about the sack he lost putation of being near their master: if to his the other day at Hinckley fair ?
men, I would curry withi master Shallow, that Shal. He shall answer it:Some pigeons, no man could better command his servants. It Davy; a couple of short-legged hens ; a joint of is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, carriage, is caught, as men take diseases, one of tell William cook.
another : therefore, let men take heed of their Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, company. I will deyise matter enough out of sir?
this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continua Skal. Yes, Davy: I will use him well; A laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions, (which friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. is four terms, or two actions, and he shall lauch Use his men well, Davy; for they are arrant without intervallums. O, it is much, that a lic, knaves, and will backbite.
with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sul brow, Dury. No worse than they are back-bitten, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in sir ; for they have marvellous foul linen. his shoulders ! 0, you shall see him laugh, til
Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy bu- his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. siness, Davy.
Shal. [Within.] Sir John ! Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance Wil- Fal. I come, master Shallow ; I come, master liam Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of Shallow.
[Erit Falstu the hill.
Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against SCENE II.- Westminster. A room in the palace. that Visor ; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge
Enter Warwick, and the Lord Chief Justice. Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, War. How now, my lord chief justice ? whfir: but yet, Gol forbid, sir, but a linave should
Ch. Just. How doth the king?
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear; War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all This is the English, not the Turkish court; ended.
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers, War. He's walk'd the way of nature ; For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you; And, to our purposes, he lives no more. Sorrow so royally in you appears, Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me That I will deeply put the fashion on, with him :
And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad : The service that I truly did his life,
But entertain no more of it, good brothers, Hath left me open to all injuries.
Than a joint burden laid upon us all. War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too; Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. myself,
Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I : To welcome the condition of the time;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, Which cannot look more hideously upon me By number, into hours of happiness. Than I have drawn it in my plantasy.
P. John, &c. We hope no other from your
majesty. Enter Prince John, Prince HUMPHREY, CLA- King. You all look strangely on me ;-and RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and Others.
you most; [To the Chief Justice.
You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I bemeasur'd rightly, 0, that the living Harry had the temper
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen! How many nobles then should hold their places, How might a prince of my great hopes forget
King. No! That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort ! Ch. Just. Alas ! I fear, all will be overturn'd. What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
So great indignities you laid upon me? P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
The immediate heir of England ! Was this easy? P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin. P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your speak.
father; War. 'We do remember ; but our argument The image of his power lay then in me: Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
And, in the administration of his law, P. John. Well, peace be with him, that hath Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, made us heavy!
Your highness pleased to forget my place, Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier ! The majesty and power of law and justice, P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a
The image of the king, whom I presented, friend, indeed:
And struck me in my very seat of judgment; And I dare swear, you borrow not that face,
Whereon, as an offender to your father, Of seeming sorrow, it is, sure, your own. P. John. Though no man be assur'd' what And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
I gave bold way to my authority, grace to find, You stand in coldest expectation :
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought; I am the sorrier; 'woulà, 'twere otherwise.
To pluck down justice from your awful bench ; Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Fal- To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword staff fair;
That guards the peace and safety of your person : Which swims against your stream of quality. Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in Nay, more ; to spurn at your most royal image, honour,
And mock your workings in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
yours; And never shall you see, that I will beg
Be now the father, and propose a sok: A ragged and forestallid reinission. -
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd, If truth and upright innocency fuil me,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, I'll to the king my master, that is dead,
Behold yourself so by a son disckin'd; And tell him who hath sent me after him.
And then imagine me taking your part War. Here comes the prince.
And, in your power, soft silencing your son ; Enter King HENRY V.
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state, Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save what I have done, that inisbecame my place, your majesty!
My person, or my liege's sovereignty. King. This new and gorgeous garmeat, mi- King. You are right, justice, and jesty,
this well; Sits not so easy on me as you think.
There?ore still bear the talance, and the sword :
And I do wish your honours may increase, Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good Till you do live to see a son of mine
varlet, sir John.—By the mass, I have drunk Offend you and obey you, as I did.
too much sack at supper :- A good varlet. Now So shall I live to speak my father's words ;- sit down, now sit down:-Come, cousin. Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
Sil. Ah, sirrah ! quoth-a,—we shall That dares do justice on my proper son :
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheet, And not less happy, having such a son,
Singing That would deliver up his greatness so
And praise heaven for the merry year ; Into the hands of justice.-You did commit me: When flesh is cheap, and females deur, For which, I do commit into your hand
And lusty lads roam here and there, The unstain'd sword that you have us’d to bear;
So merrily, With this remembrance,-that you use the same And ever among so merrily. With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit, Fal. There's a merry heart !-Good mastar As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand; Silence, I'll give ye a health for that anon. You shall be as a father to my youth:
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; Dary. Sweet, sir, sit : [Seating Burdelph and And I will stoop and humble my intents the Page at another table. ] I'll be with you To your well-practis’d, wise directions.- anon :-most sweet sir, sit.-Master pige, good And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;- master page, sit: proface! What you want in My father is gone wild into his grave,
meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; For in his tomb lie my affections ;
The heart's all.
[Erit. And with his spirit sadly I survive,
Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my To mock the expectation of the world ; little soldier there, be merry. To frustrate prophecies ; and to raze out Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all ; Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
[Singing. After my seeming. The tide of blood in me For women are shrews, both short and tall: Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
'Tis merry in hall, when beurds rag all, Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea ;
And welcome merry
shrore-tide. Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, Be merry, be merry, &c. And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been Now call we our high court of parliament: a man of this mettle. And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, Sil. Who, 1? I have been merry twice and That the great body of our state may go once, ere now. In equal rank with the best govern'd nation ; That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
Re-enter Davy. As things acquainted and familiar to us ;
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
[Setting them before Bardolph. [ To the Lord Chief Justice. Shal. Davy,Our coronation done, we will accite,
Davy. Your worship ?- 1'11 be with you As I before remember'd, all our state :
straight. [To Bard.]--A cup of wine, sir? And, (God consigning to my good intents,) Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to
And drink unto the leman mine ; Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.
And a merry heart lives long-1. [Excunt. Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry;--now coines in SCENE III.-Glostershire. The garden of the sweet of the night. Shallow's house.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master Sie
lence. Enter Falstaff, SHALLOW, SILENCE, Bar
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come ;
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshns my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and thy heart.- Welcome, my little tiny thiet; -To so forth;-come, cousin Silence ;—and then to the Puge.) and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink bell.
to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleries Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwel- about London. ling, and a rich.
Dary. I hope to see London once ere I di Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beg- Bard. An I might see you there, Davy,gars all, sir John :-marry, good air.-Spread, Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart toDavy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.
gether. Ful. This Davy serves you for good uses; he Ha! will you not, master Bardolpli? is your serving-man, and your husbandman. Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.
Shal. I thank thee:-The knave will stick by Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; thee, I can assure thee that; he will not out'; Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth: he is true bred.
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
The bragging Spaniard. Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack no- Fal. What! is the old king dead ? thing: be merry. [Knoclting heard. Look who's Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak, at door there: Ho? who knocks? [Exit Davy. are just. Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Fal. Away, Bardolph ; saddle my horse.
[To Silence, who drinks a bumper. Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou Sil. Do me right,
[Singing. wilt in the land, 'tis thine.- Pistol, I will doubleAnd dub me knight :
charge thee with dignities. Samingo.
Bard. O joyful day !-I would not take a Is't not so?
knighthood for my fortune. Fal. 'Tis so.
Pist. What? I do bring good news? Sil. Is’t so? Why, then say, an old man can Fal. Carry master Silence to bed.—Master do somewhat.
lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I
am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots ; we'll Re-enter Davy.
ride all night:-1, sweet Pistol :-Away, BarDavy. An it please your worship, there's one dolph. [Exit Bard.] Come Pistol, utter more Pistol come from the court with news.
to me; and, withal, devise something, to do Fal. From the court, let him come in.- thyself good.-Boot, boot, master Shallow; I
know, the young king is sick for me. Let us Enter PISTOL.
take any man's horses; the laws of England are How now, Pistol ?
at my commandment. Happy are they which Pist. God save you, sir John !
have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ? justice!
Pist. Not the ill wind, which blows no man Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also ! to good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of the Where is the life that late I led, say they : greatest men in the realm.
Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days. Sil. By'r lady, I think ’a be; but goodman
[Ereunt. Puff of Barson. Pist. Puff?
SCENE IV.-Londoni. A Street.
Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY, And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might And golden times, and happy news of price. die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast
Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a man drawn my shoulder out of joint. of this world.
1 Bead. The constables have delivered her Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
enough, I warrant her : There hath been a man Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? or two lately killed about her. Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged
[Sings. rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, Pist. Shall chunghill curs confront the Heli- thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, cons ?
thou paper-faced villain. And shall good news be baffled ?
Host. O the Lord, that sir John were come ! Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. he would make this a bloody day to somebody Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry! breeding
1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cuPist. Why then, lament therefore.
shions again ; you have but eleven now. Come, Shal. Give me pardon, sir:- If, sir, you come I charge you both go with me; for the man is with news from the court, I take it, there is but dead, that you and Pistol beat among you. two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a them. I am, sir, under the king, in some au- censer! I will have you as soundly swinged for thority.
this, you blue-bottle rogue ! you filthy famishPist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, ed correctioner ! if you be not swinged, I'll for«
swear half-kirtles. Shal. Under king Harry.
1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-erranty Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth ? Shal. Harry the fourth.
Host. O, that right should thus overcome Pist. A foutra for thine office!
might! Well; of sufferance comes ease. VOL. I.