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Now, Warwick, where is he that would not stay
Till his friend sickness had determin’d me? [Warwick.] My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
Washing his gentle cheeks with tears, and plung'd
In deepest sorrow. He is coming hither. [K. Henry.] But wherefore did he take away the crown ?
Lo, where he comes !—Come hither to me, Harry:
The rest depart, and leave us here alone. [a pause.] [P. Henry.] I never thought to hear you speak again. [K. Henry.] Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself;
owned, not that I am dead :
That it will quickly drop ; my day is dim.
And thou wilt have me die assur'd of it. [P. Henry.] 0, pardon me, my liege !—but for my tears,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
my face murder'd my father,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it. [K. Henry.] O, my son,
Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Unto the chamber where I first did swoon ? [P. Henry.] 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord. [K. Hen.] Laud be to heaven! Even there my life must end.
It ha’th been prophesied to me many years,
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. We are now to transport ourselves, in imagination, to the garden of Justice Shallow's house in Gloucestershire, where, in an alcove, we shall find the three old men, who met together in a former scene-Justice Shallon, Justice
, Silence, and Sir John Falstaff, -enjoying themselves after their dinner. Silence is quite tipsy, and therefore entirely unlike what he is at other times,- for he is very noisy and talkative. He has been singing scraps of old songs, and telling Falstaff he would pledge him in a glass a mile to the bottom. In the midst of this merry-making, Davy, the serving-man, comes in, and announces that one Pistol is come from the court with news. Pistol is one of Falstaff's followers, and his ancient or flag-bearer when on military service. This Pistol is a man who always speaks in words of bombast, often misquoted, from the tragedies of that age : the moment he is announced, Falstaf starts from his seat, and exclaims, [Falstaff.] From the court ?—let him come in, let him come in,
[a pause.] How now, Pistol! what wind blew you hither? [Pistol.] Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee,
And golden times, and happy news of price. [Falstaff.] I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a man of this
world. [Pistol.] Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest
men in the realın. He is interrupted by Silence, who agrees he is the greatest, except goodman Puff of Barson. Pistol, indignant at the interruption, continues in great ire :
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in furies' lap. Justice Shallow here interposes. [Shallow.] Cousin Silence, let me speak to him. Honest
gentleman, I know not your breeding. [Pistol.] Why then lament therefóre. [Shallow.) Give me your pardon, sir ;-if, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it there are but two
ways, either to utter them or to conceal them. I am,
sir, under the king, in some authority. [Pistol.] Under which king, Bezonian? speak or die. [Shallow.] Under king Harry. [Pistol.] Harry the Fourth or Fifth ? [Shallow.] Harry the Fourth. [Pistol.] Fourth in thy teeth!
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the Fifth's the man: I speak the truth. (Falstaff:] What! is the old king dead ? Away! Bardolph,
saddle my horse :-master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I'll double charge thee with dignities. Carry master Silence to bed. Get on thy boots, master Shallow, or my lord Shallow; be what thou wilt, I am fortune's steward : get on thy boots; we'll ride all night. 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 who have been my
friends! and woe to my lord chief justice ! We must now suppose the necessary interval for the journey, and that Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, and Bardolph, are waiting in a public place, as the shortest method of meeting with the new king, who is expected to pass by the way: thus speaks Falstaff to Shallow while waiting: [Falstaff.] Stand here, master Robert Shallow; I will make
the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as he comes by; and do but mark the countenance he will give me. Come here, Pistol ; stand behind me. Oh! if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pounds I borrowed of you, master Shallow ; but 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to see him ; to stand stained with travel after riding day and night;