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The course of it so far. There is your crown; | Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears,
How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
And never live to shew the incredulous world
Hath fed upon the body of my father ; Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, Preserving life in meď cine potable:
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head;
To try with it, as with an enemy,
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
Thou see'st, with peril I have answered:
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of
P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!
K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and
peace, son John;
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
P. Hen. My lord of Warwick!
K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging, where I first did swoon?
War. 'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. K. Hen. Laud be to God!—even there my life must end.
It hath been prophesied to ine many years,
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,
Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page.
Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. What, Davy, I say!
Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy!
Davy. Here, sir.
Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,―let me see, Davy; let me see-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be excused.
Davy. Marry, sir, thus ;-those precepts cannot be served; and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the head-land with wheat?
Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook ;-Are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons.
Shal. Let it be cast, and paid :-sir John, you shall not be excused.
Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had:-And, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages, about the sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair?
Shal. He shall answer it :-Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen.
Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.
Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill.
Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.
Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, šir: but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should
when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, sir, these eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.
Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Exit Dary. Where are you, sir John? Come, off with your bootsGive me your hand, master Bardolph.
Bard. I am glad to see your worship. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph:-and welcome, my tall fellow. To the Page.] Come, sir John.
Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page. If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's-staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving-man; their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour his men, with the imputation of being near their master: if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no man could better command his servants. It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, as men take diseases, one of another: therefore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continu laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions, (which is four terms, or two actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh, t his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. Within. Sir John!
Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. Exit Faista.
SCENE II.-Westminster. A room in the palaceEnter WARWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whi ther away?
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;
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War. He's walk'd the way of nature;
And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers,
Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me That I will deeply put the fashion on,
The service that I truly did his life,
War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves
Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myself,
To welcome the condition of the time;
Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREY, CLA-
War. We do remember; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
P. John. Well, peace be with him, that hath made us heavy!
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed;
And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
You stand in coldest expectation:
Which swims against your stream of quality. Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
Enter King HENRY V.
Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty!
King. This new and gorgeous garment, mjesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad:
P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty.
King. You all look strangely on me ;-and you most; To the Chief Justice. You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. King. No!
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?"
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your
The image of his power lay then in me:
Be now the father, and propose a son:
King. You are right, justice, and you weigh
Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword:
And I do wish your honours may increase,
So shall I live to speak my father's words;-
The unstain'd sword that you have us'd to bear;
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper :-A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down:-Come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,— -we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
And ever among so merrily.
Dary. Sweet, sir, sit: [Seating Burdelph and the Page at another table. I'll be with you anon-most sweet sir, sit.-Master pige, good master page, sit: proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear ; The heart's all. [Exit.
Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry.
Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all ;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry;-now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief; _ To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too.—I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Ha! will you not, master Bardolphi?
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!—
Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
[Sings. Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And shall good news be baffled?
Pist. Why then, lament therefore.
Shal. Give me pardon, sir:-If, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it, there is but two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, sir, under the king, in some authority.
Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die.
Shal. Under king Harry.
Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth?
Shal. Harry the fourth.
Pist. A foutra for thine office!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth: When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard.
Fal. What is the old king dead?
Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak, are just.
Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.-Pistol, I will doublecharge thee with dignities.
Bard. O joyful day!-I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.
Pist. What? I do bring good news?
Fal. Carry master Silence to bed.-Master Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night :-0, sweet Pistol-Away, Bardolph. [Exit Bard.] Come Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something, to do thyself good.-Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice!
Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also ! Where is the life that late I led, say they : Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-London. A Street.
Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY, and DOLL TEAR-SHEET.
Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her.
Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on ; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.
Host. O the Lord, that sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!
1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cu→ shions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead, that you and Pistol beat among you.
Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer! I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue! you filthy famish ed correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant,
Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease.