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His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd: Will fortune never come with both hands full,
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,

But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth : She either gives a stomach, and no food,
But, being moody, give him line and scope; Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast,
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, And takes away the stomach, — such are the rich,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this, Tho- That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

I should rejoice now at this happy news
And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends; And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in;

O me! come near me, now I am much ill. (Swoons.
That the united vessel of their blood,

P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!
Mingled with venom of suggestion,

Cla. O my royal father!
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,) West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up!
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits
As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

Are with his highness very ordinary.
Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.
K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs;

The incessant care and labour of his mind
Cla. He is not there to-day: he dines in London. Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in,
K. Hen. And how accompanied ? can’st thou tell that? So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.
Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers. P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do observe
K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature:
And he, the noble image of my youth,

The seasons change their manners, as the year
Is overspread with them. Therefore my grief Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over.
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death ;

Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between :
The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, and the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
In forms imaginary, the unguided days,

Say, it did so, a little time before
And rotten times, that you shall look upon That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died,
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.

War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, P. Ilumph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end.
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence
When means and lavish manners meet together, Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray.
O, with what wings shall his affections fly

[They convey the King into an inner part of Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!

the room, and place him on a bed. Wur. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends : The prince but studies his companions,

Unless some dull and favourable hand
Like a strange tongue : wherein, to gain the language, Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
'Tis needful, that the most immodest word

Har. Call for the music in the other room.
Be look'd upon, and learu'd : which once attain’d, K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Your highness knows, comes to no further use, Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much.
But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, War. Less noise, less noise.
The prince will, in the perfectness of time,

Enter Prince Henry.
Cast off his followers: and their memory

P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence?
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
By which his grace must mete the lives of others; P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none
Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her How doth the king?

P. Humph. Exceedingly ill.
In the dead carrion. - Who's here? Westmoreland ? P. Hen. Hvard he the good news yet?

Tell it him.
West. Health to my sovereign! and new happiness P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.
Added to that, that I am to deliver!

P. Hen. If he be sick
Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand: With joy, he will recover without physic.
Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, Wur. Not so much noise, my lords: sweet prince,
Are brought to the correction of your law;

speak low;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath’d, The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.
peace puts forth her olive every where.

Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
The manner how this action hath been borne, War. Will’t please your grace to go along with us?
Here at more leisure may your highness read, P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the king.
With every course, in his particular.

(Exeunt all but P. Henry. K. Hen. "O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings

Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news. O polish'd perturbation! golden care !

That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
llar, From enemies heaven keep your majesty; To many a watchful night! - sleep with it now!
And, when they stand against you, may they fall Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
As those that I am come to tell you of!

As he, whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
The carl of Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, Snores out the watch of night. o majesty!
With a great power of English, and of Scots, When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: Like a rich armour, worn in heat of day,
The manner and true order of the fight,

That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
This packet, please it you, contains at large. There lies a downy feather, which stirs not :
K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
make me sick ?

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To try wie So many English kings. Thy due, from me, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours,

That had Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood; Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth ! Which uature, love, and filial tenderness, . Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. But if it Shall, o dear father, pay thee plenteously: Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity

Or swell My due, from thee, is this imperial crown; Is held from falling with so weak a wind,

If any ret Which, as immediate from thy place and blood, That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.

Did, with Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,

Thou hast stol'n that, whieh, after some few hours, (Putting it on his head. Were thine without offence; and at my death,

Let God Which heaven shall guard. And put the world's whole Thou hast seald up my expectation:

And make strength Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not,

That doth Into one giant arm, it shall not foree And thou wilt have me die assured of it.

I. Her. This lineal honour from me: this from thee Thou hid’st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts ; Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit. Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,

That thou
K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence:
To stab at half an hour of my life.

Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest.
What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?

Come hit
Cla. Doth the king call ?
Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyself;

And hear War. What would your majesty? How fares your And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, grace? That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.

Br what K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords ? Let all the tears, that should bedew my hearse, Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head:

Hon tro Who undertook to sit and watch by you. Only compound me with forgotten dust; K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;

for all He is not here, For now a time is come to mock at form,

With m War. This door is open; he is gone this way. Harry the Gfth is crown'd:

And Il P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence ! we stay'd. And to the English court assemble now,

My gai K. Hen. Where is the crown ? who took it from my From every region, apes of idleness ! pillow?

Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scam:
War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance,
K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence: – go, seek Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit
him out.
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:

Chan My sleep my death? England shall double gild his treble guilt:

So th Find him, my lord of Warwick: chide him hither. England shall give him office, honour, might:

(Exit Warwick. For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks This part of his conjoins with my disease, The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog


And it And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you are ! Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent. How quickly nature falls into revolt, my poor kingdom, siek with eivil blows!

By When gold becomes her objeet!

When that my care could not withhold thy riots, •
For this, the foolish over-careful fathers
What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care?

And Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains o, thou wilt be a wilderness again,

Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
Their bones with industry:

P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
For this, they have engrossed and pild op
The canker'd heaps of strange achieved gold; The moist impediments unto my speech,
For this, they have been thoughtful to invest I had forestali'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises : Ere you with grief haad spoke, and I had heard
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower The course of it so far. There is your crown;
The virtuous sweets,

And He, that wears the crown immortally,
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Yield his engrossments to the ending father. - (Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit P.

Ton Re-enter WARWICK,

Teacheth,) this prostrate and exterior bending! Now, where is he that will not stay so long Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, Till his friend sickness hath determin’d me? And found no course of breath within your majesty,

ta War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, How cold it struck my heart! If I do feiga,

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; 0, let me in my present wildness die;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, And never live to shew incredulous world
That tyranny, which never quafi d but blood, The noble change that I have purposed !
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were)
K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown? I spake unto the crowo, as having sense,
Re-enter Prince Hexny.

And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depending,
Lo, where he comes. –

Come hither to me, Harry: Hath fed upon the body of my father ;
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold.
{Exeunt Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Lords, etc.

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P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd.
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K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
To try with it, as with an enemy,

Unto the lodging, where I first did swoon?
That had before my face murder'd my father, War. 'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord.
The quarrel of a true inheritor.

K. Hen. Laud be to God! even there my life
But if it did infect my blood with joy,

must end.
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; It hath been prophesied to me many years,
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Did, with the least all’ection of a welcome, Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land:
Give entertainment to the might of it,

But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
Let God for ever keep it from my head !

In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt.
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Heń. O, my son!

Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, SCENEI.-Glostershire. A hall in SHALLOW's house.
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page.
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; night. - What, Davy, I say !
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel,

Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, Shall. I will not excuse you; you shall not be ex-
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, cused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse
I met this crown; and I myself know well,

shall serve; you shall not be excused. - Why, Davy! How troublesome it sat upon my head:

Enter Davy.
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,

Davy. Here, sir.
Better opinion, better confirmation;

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, - let me see, Davy; let me
For all the soil of the achievement goes

yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hiWith me into the earth. It seem'd in me,

ther. Sir John, you shall not be excused. But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; Davy. Marry, sir, thus; -those precepts cannot be And I had many living, to upbraid

served ; and, again, sir, Shall we sow the headMy gain of it by their assistances;

land with wheat ?
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William
Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears, cook. Are there no young pigeons?
Thou see'st, with peril I have answered:

Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note,
For all my reigo hath been but as a scene for shoeing, and plongh-irons.
Acting that argument; and now my death

Shall. Let it be cast, and paid :
Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd, shall not be excused.
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;

Dary. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs
So thou the garland wear'st successively.

be bad:- aud, sir, do you mean to stop any of Wil-
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, liam's wages, about the sack he lost the other day at
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; Hinckley fair?
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends, Shal. Ile shall answer it. - Some pigeons, Davy; a
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd, any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear Dary. Doth the man of war stay all vight, sir?
To be again displac'd: which to avoid,

Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well. A friend i'the
I cut them off; and had a purpose now

cout is better, than a pennyiv purse. Use his men well, To lead out many to the Holy Land;

Davy; for they are arrant kvaves, and will backbite.
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir;
Too near unto iny state. Therefore, my Harry, for they have marvellous foul linen.
Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business,
With foreign quarrets; that action, hence borne out, Davy.
May waste the memory of the former days.

Dary. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, Visor of Wincot agaiost Clement Perkes of the hill.
That strength of speech is utterly denied me. Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that
How I came by tl crown, o God, forgive! Visor; that Visor is an arrantknave, on my knowledge.
And grant it may with thee in true peace live! Dary. I grant yonrworship, that he is a knave sir :
P. Hen. My gracious liege,

but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have sonie You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;

countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, Then plain, and right must my possession be: sir, is able to speak for himself, when a kuave is not. I Which I, with more than with a common pain, have served your worship trnly, sir, these eight years: 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear ont a Enter Prince Jons of Lancaster, Warwick, Lords, knave against an honest man, I have but a very little and Others.

credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest K. IIen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lan- friend, sir; therefore, I beseceh your worship, let him

be countenanced. P. John. Ilealth, peace, and happiness, to my royal Shal. Go, to ; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look father!

about, Davy. (Exit Davy.] Where are you, sir John? K. Hen. Thou briog’st me happiness, and peace, Come, off with your

boots. Give me your hand, son John ;

master Bardolph.
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Bard. I am glad to see your worship:
From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,

Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bar-
My wordly business makes a period. -

dolph: and welcome, my tall fellow! (To the Where is my lord of Warwiek?

Page.] Come, sir John!

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Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
Page.) If I were sawed into quantities, I should make and never shall you see, that I will beg
four dozen of such bearded hermit'i-staves as master A ragged and forestallid remission.-
Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable If truth and upright innocency fail me,
coherence of his men's spirits and his. They, by ob- I'll to the king my master, that is dead,
serving him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; And tell him who hath sent me after him.
he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice- War. Here comes the prince.
like serving-man; their spirits are so married in con-

Enter King Henry V.
junction with the participation of society, that they Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your ma-
flock together in consent, like so many wild-geese. If jesty!
I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour his King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
men, with the imputation of being near their master: Sits not so easy on me as you think.-
if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear;
no man could better command his servants. It is cer- This is the English, not the Turkish court;
tain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
caught, as men take diseases, one of another: there- But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
fore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you;
matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Har- Sorrow so royally in you appears,
ry in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six fa- That I will deeply put the fashion on,
shions, (which is four terms, or two actions,) and he and wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad:
shall laugh without intervallums. 0, it is much, that But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur’d,
shoulders ! 0, you shall see him laugh, till his face I'll be your father and your brother too;
be like a wet cloak ill laid up.

Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Shal. [Iithin.) Sir John!

Yet weer, that Harry's dead; and so will I: Fal. I come, master Shallow ; I come, master Shal. But llarry lives, that shall convert those tears,

r low.

[Exit Falstaff: By number, into hours of happiness.

P. John, etc. We hope no other from your majesty. SCENE II. - Vestminster. A room in the palace. King. You all look strangely on me ;-and you most: Enter WAKWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice,

[To the Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away? You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.

Ch. Just. How doth the king ?

Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended. Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.

King. No!
War. He's walk'd the way of nature;

Ilow might a prince of my great hopes forget And, to our purposes, he lives no more.

So great indignities you laid upon me? Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call’d me with What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison him :

The immediate heir of England! Was this easy? The service that I truly did his life,

May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Hath left me open to all injuries.

Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father :
War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not. The image of his power lay then in me:
Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myself, And, in the administration of his law,
To welcome the condition of the time;

Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me Your highuess pleased to forget my place,
Than I have drawn it in my phantasy.

The majesty and power of law and justice, Enter Prince John, Prince HUMPHREY, CLARENCE, The image of the king, whom I presented, WESTMOREHAND, and Others.

And struck me in my very seat of judgment;
War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry: Whereon, as an offender to your father,
0, that the living Harry had the temper

I gave bold way to my authority,
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen! And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
How many nobles then should hold their places, Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort! To have a son set your decrees at nought;
Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd. To pluck down justice from your awful bench;
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick! To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin !

That guards the peace and safety of your person :
P.John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak. Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image,
War. We do remember; but our argument And mock your workings in a second body.
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours ;
P. John. Well

, peace be with him, that hath made Be now the father, and propose a son:
us heavy!

Hear your own dignity so much profan’d,
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, Behold yourself so by a son disdain’d;
indeed :

And then imagine me taking your part,
And I dare swear, you borrow not that face

And, in your power, soft silencing your son : Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.

After this cold considerance, sentence me; P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to And, as you are a king, speak in your state, find,

What I have done, that misbecame my place,
You stand in coldest expectation:

My person, or my liege'sisovereignty.
I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise. King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well

; Cla. Well

, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair; Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword : Which swims against your stream of quality. And I do wish your honours may increase, Ch. Just Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Till you do live to see a son of mine

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at another table.]I'll be with you anon:-most sweet So shall I live to speak my father's words ;- sir, sit.—Master page, good 'master page, sit: proHappy ann I, that have a mun so bold,

face! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. Thut dares do justice on my proper son:

But you must bear; the heart's all.

[Exit. And not less happy, having such a son,

Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph;—and my little That would deliver up his greatness so

soldier there, be merry. Into the hands of justice.—You did commit me; Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all; For which, I do commit into your hand

. [Singing. The unstain’d sword that you have us’d to bear; For women are shrews, both short and tali: With this remembrance, -- that you use the same 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,

And welcome merry shrove-tide.
you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand;

Be merry, be merry, etc.
You shall be as a father to my youth:

Ful. I did not think, master Silence had been a man
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; of this mettle.
And I will stoop and humble my intents

Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once, ere
To your well-practis’d, wise directions. —
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you; —

Re-enter Davy.
My father is gone wild into his grave,

Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you.
For in his tomb lie my affections;

[Setting them before Bardolph. And with his spirit sadly I survive,

Shal. Davy, -
To mock the expectation of the world ;

Davy. Your worship? - I'll be with you straight.
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out

(To Burd.)- A cup of wine, sir? Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down

Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, (Singing.
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me

And drink unto the lemurt mine;
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now;

And a merry heart lives long-a.
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;

Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,

Sil. And we shall be merry ;

- now comes in the And flow hencefo-th in formal majesty.

sweet of the night.
Now call we our high court of parliament:

Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;
That the great body of our state may go

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation; Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome! If thou wantest
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. -
As things acquainted and familiar to us; - Welcome, my little tiny thief ; (To the Page.) and
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand. welcome, indeed, too!- I'll drink to master Bardolph,

[To the Lord Chief Justice. and to all the cavaleroes about London.
Our coronation done, we will accite,

Davy. I hope to see London ouce ere I die.
As I before remember'd, all our state:

Bard. An I might see you there, Davy, -
And, (God consigning to my good intents,) Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together.
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,– Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ?
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.[Exeunt. Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I thank thee. — The knave will stick by thee, SCENE III. —Glostershire. The garden of SHALLOW's I can assure thee that; he will not out; he is true house.

Enter FalsTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
Page, and Davr.

Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be Shal. Nay, yon shall see mine orchard: where, in merry. (Knooking heard.] Look who's at door there : an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own Ho! who knocks?

(Exit Davy. graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth ;- Fal. Why, now you have done me right, come, cousin Silence; — and then to bed.

(To Silence, who drinks a humper. Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, Sil. Do me right,

[Singing. and a rich.

And dub me knight:
Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars

all, sir John:-marry,good air.-Spread, Davy; spread, Is't not so?
Davy; well said, Davy.

Fal, 'Tis so.
Ful. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your Sil. Is’t so? Why, then say, an old man can do some-
serving-man, and your husbandman.

what. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,

Re-enter Dayy.
sir John. — By the mass, I have drunk too much sack Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pis-
at supper: - A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit tol come from the court with news.
Come, cousin !

Fal. From the court, let him come in.-
Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, -
-we shall

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, How now, Pistol ?

[Singing. Pist. God save yon, sir John!
And praise heaven for the merry year ;

Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ?
When flesh is cheap, and females dear,

Pist. Not the ill wind, which blows no man to good.-
And lusty lads roam here and there,

Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men So merrily,

in the realm. And ever among so merrily.

Sil. By’r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of
Fal. There's a merry heart! – Good master Si- Barson.
lence, I'll give ye a health for that anon.

Pist. Puff ?
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy!

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Davy.Sweet sir,sit. (Seating Bardolph and the Page! Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,

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