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Only compound me with forgotten dust;
And to the English court assemble now,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Prince. O pardon me, my liege; but for my Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
The moist impediments unto my speech,
How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, 150 More would I, but my lungs are wasted so
And never live to show the incredulous world
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
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
That had before my face murder'd my father,
Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Enter JOHN OF LANCASTER.
K. Hen. Look, look! here comes my John of
Lanc. Health, peace, and happiness to my
K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace,
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
My Lord of Warwick! 230
K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
It hath been prophesied to me many years
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, I should not die but in Jerusalem,
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. 20
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. A' 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. Yea, 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 backbitten, 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; 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.
Bard. I am glad to see your worship. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind Master Bardolph: To the Page. And welcome, my tall fellow. Come, Sir John.
Fal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. Exit SHALLOW.
Bardolph, look to our horses.
Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page. If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: they, by observing of him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like servingman. 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 continual laughter the wearing out of six fashions, which is four terms, or two actions, and a' 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 till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.
Palace. Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice! whither away?
Ch. Just. How doth the king?
War. Exceeding well: his cares are now all ended.
Ch. Just. I hope not dead.
He's walk'd the way of nature;
The service that I truly did his life
War. Indeed I think the young king loves
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father;
Lane. We meet like men that had forgot to The image of the king whom I presented, speak.
War. We do remember; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
Lanc. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Lanc. Though no man be assur'd what grace
You stand in coldest expectation.
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
Enter King HENRY the Fifth, attended. Ch. Just. Good morrow, and God save your majesty!
K. Hen. V. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I ;
You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
The image of his power lay then in me:
Be now the father and propose a son,
K. Hen. V. You are right, justice; and you
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
As I before remember'd, all our state :
Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any thing and wilt not call, beshrew thy No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say, heart. To the Page. Welcome, my little tiny God shorten Harry's happy life one day. thief; and welcome indeed, too. I'll drink to Master Bardolph and to all the cavaleiroes about London.
SCENE III.-Gloucestershire. The Garden
Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard, where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth; come, cousin Silence; and then to bed. Fal. Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich.
Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread, Davy: well said, Davy.
Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses: he is your servingman and your husband.
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
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;
Sil. A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
Fal. 'Tis so.
Sil. Is 't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.
Davy. An't please your worship, there's one
How now, Pistol!
Pist. Sir John, God save you! sir.
Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in this realm.
Sil. By 'r lady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson.
I speak of Africa and golden joys.
Davy. There's a dish of leather-coats for you. Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news!
Setting them before BARDOLPH.
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Pist. A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.
Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons! And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Pist. Why then, lament therefore.
Shal. Give me pardon, sir: if, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it there's 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 foutre 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. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph. Exit BARDOLPH. 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. Blessed are they which have been my friends, and woe unto 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 Mistress QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET.
Quick. No, thou arrant knave: I would to God that I might die that I might have thee hanged; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.
First 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.
Doll. 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. 12
Quick. 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! First Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions 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
Doll. 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 famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.
First Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant,