Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity! Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence ! And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech, [Kneeling. I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard (Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit O, let me in my present wildness die ; (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,) And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending, But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, To try with it,-as with an enemy, That had before my face murder'd my father,- But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; Did, with the least affection of a welcome, Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand'; My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, So thou the garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look. With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, You won it, wore kept it, gave it me; Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Warwick, Lords, and others. K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster! 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 It hath been prophesied to me many years, Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land :- [Exeunt. SCENE I-Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's House. Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page. Shallow. 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! Enter 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 headland 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, sir: but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, sir, this eight years ; |