That guards the peace and safety of your perfon :
Nay more, to fpurn at your moft royal image,
And mock your working in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the cafe yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son;
Hear your own dignity so inuch prophan'd;
See your most dreadful laws so loosely flighted;
Behold yourself so by a fon disdain'd:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r fo Gilencing your son.
After this cold consid'rance, sentence me;
And, as you are a King, speak in your State,
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My person, or my Liege's Sovereignty.
P. Henry. You are right Justice, and you weigh

this well,
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
And I do wish, your Honours may increase,
Till
you

do live to see a son of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did: :
So shall I live to speak my father's words;
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
That dares do justice on my proper fon;
And no less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his Greatness so
Into the hand of justice. You committed me;
For which I do commit into your

hand
Th' unstained sword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remeinbrance, that you use the same
With a like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done gainst me. There is my hand,
You shall be as a father to my youth:
My voice shall sound, as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents,
To your;well-practis d wise directions.
And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;
My father is gone wild into his Grave,
For in his tomb lie my affections;

And

And with his fpirit fadly I survive,
To mock the expectations of the world;
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. Tho' my tide of blood
Haih proudly flow'd in vanity 'till now;
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea,
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal Majesty.,
Now call we our high Court of Parliament;
And let us chuse such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our State may go
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That War or Peace,ior both at once, may be i
As things acquainted and familiar to us,
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.

[To the Lord Chief Justice. Our Coronation done, we will accite (As I before remember'd) all our State, And (Heav'n conîgning 10 my good intents) No Prince, nor Peer, shall have just cause to say,. Heav'n shorten Harry's happy life one day. (Exeunt.

SC E N E

IV.

Changes to Shallow's Seat in Gloucestershire.

Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page,

i and Davy. Shal. AY, 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 carraways, and so forth: come, cousin Silence; and then torbed.

Fal. 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.

Fal. This Davy ferves you for good uses; he is your servingman, and your husbandman.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By th' Mass, I have drank too much Sack at supper. - A good varlet. Now fit down, now (it down : come, cousin.

Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a, We shall do nothing but eat, and make good chear, [Singing. And praise heav'n for the merry rear; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there; So merily, and ever among, so merrily, &c.

Fal. There's a merry heart, good master Silence. I'll give you a health for that anon.

Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph fome wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; most fweet Sir, fit. Master Page, fit: good master Page fit: 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 foldier there, be merry.

Sil. (Singing ] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all,
For women are Shrews, both short and tall;
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,
And welcome merry Shrovetide.
Be merry, be merry.

Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.

Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once

ere now.

Re-enter Davy.
Davy. There is a dish of leather.coats for you.
Shal. Davy,

Davy. Your Worship-I'll be with you straight.
A cup of wine, Sir ?
*Sil. (Singing ] A cup of wine, -
That's brisk and fine,

And

And drink unto the leman mine ;
And a merry heart lives long-a.

Fal. Well said, master Silence.

Sil. If 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, were't a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st any thing and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too: I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavileroes about London.

Davy. I hope to see London, ere I die.
Bard. If I might see you there, Davy, --

Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha, will you not, master Bardolph ?

Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. By God's liggens, I thank thee; the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that. He will not out, he is true-bred. Bard. And I'll stick by him, Sir.

[One knocks at the door. Shal. Why, there spoke a King: lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at the door there, ho: who knocks ?

Fal. Why, now you have done me right.

Sil. (Singing.] Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't not fo?

Fal. 'Tis so.

Sil. Is’t so ? why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.

Davy. If it please your Worship, there's one Pistol come from the Court with news.

Fal. From the Court? let him come in.

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SCENE

How.now, Pistol ?

Pift. Sir John, 'save you, Sir.
Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man good, sweet Knight: thou art now one of the greatest men in the Realm.

Sil. Indeed, I think he be, but goodman Puff of Barfon.

Pift. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base ; Sir John, I am thy Pistol and thy friend; And helter skelter have I rode to thee; And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price. Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a nian of

this world. Pift. A foutra for the world and worldlings base! Speak of Africa and golden joys.

Fal. O base Aflyrian Knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.

Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlel, and John.

Pift. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ?
And shall good news be baffled ?
Then Pistol lay thy head in fury's lap.

Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
Pift. 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. Pift

. Under which King ? * Bezonian, speak or die. Shal. Under King Harry, * Bezonian,] A vile or needy Person.

Mr. Theobald.