Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,[Putting it on his head. Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. War. What would your majesty? How fares your grace? K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me see him: you are! How quickly nature falls into revolt, For this the foolish over-careful fathers Their bones with industry; For this they have engrossed and pil'd up Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste Yield his engrossments to the ending father. Re-enter WARWICK. Now, where is he that will not stay so long Till his friend sickness hath determin'd‡ me? War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. 'K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown? Re-enter Prince HENRY. Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry: Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. [Exeunt CLARENCE, Prince HUMPHREY, Lords, &c. • Taking toll. † Accumulations. ↑ Ended. Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity [hour? Were thine without offence; and, at my death, Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; For now a time is come to mock at form, Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity! Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! And to the English court assemble now, Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care? Teacheth,) this prostrate and exterior bending! he noble change that I have purposed! ming to look on you, thinking you dead, (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,) 1 spake unto the crown as having sense, Accusing it, I put it on my head; To try with it, as with an enemy, But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. son, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, [hand; Thou see'st with peril I have answered: Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort; Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, May waste the memory of the former days. That strength of speech is utterly denied me. How I came by the crown, O God, forgive! And grant it may with thee in true peace live! P. Hen. My gracious liege, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me: Then plain, and right, must my possession be: Which I, with more than with a common pain, 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. 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; [flown But health, alack, with youthful wings is From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, My worldly business makes a period.- P. Hen. My lord of Warwick! K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. "Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. K. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, ACT V. SCENEI.-Glostershire.-A Hall in SHALLOW's House. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and PAGE. Shal. 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. Dury. 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. Dary. Marry, Sir, thus;-those precepts* cannot be served: and, again, Sir,-Shalf we sow the headland with wheat? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook-Are there no young pigeons? Dary. 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. Dary. 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, tel William cook. Dary. 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 back bite. 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; 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. Look about, Davy. [Exit DAVY.] Where are you, Sir John? Come, off with your boots.Give me your hand, master Bardolph. Bard. I am glad to see your worship. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph:-and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the PAGE.] Come, Sir John. [Exit SHALLOW. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and PAGE.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's-staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving-man; 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 terns, or two actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. Ő, 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.t Shal. [Within.] Sir John! Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. [Exit FALSTAFF. SCENE II-Westminster.-A Room in the Palace. Enter WARWICK, and the Lord CHIEF JUSTICE. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whi ther away? Ch. Just. How doth the king? War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended. Ch. Just. I hope, not dead. War. He's walk'd the way of nature; The service that I truly did his life, you not. Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myself, To welcome the condition of the time; O, that the living Harry had the temper War. We do remember; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk. P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy! Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be hea vier! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed: And I dare swear, you borrow not that face grace to find, You stand in coldest expectation: Falstaff fair; Which swims against your stream of quality. Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; Enter King HENRY V. Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty! King. This new and gorgeous garment, maSits not so easy on me as you think. [jesty, Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear; This is the English, not the Turkish court; Not Amurath an Amurath* succeeds, But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers, For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you; Sorrow so royally in you appears, That I will deeply put the fashion on, And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad: But entertain no more of it, good brothers, Than a joint burden laid upon us all. For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd, I'll be your father and your brother too; Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his son, which succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled. Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I: But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, By number, into hours of happiness. P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty. King. You all look strangely on me :-and you most; [To the CH. JUSTICE. You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. King. No! How might a prince of my great hopes forget The image of his power lay then in me: And did commit you. If the deed were ill, son: Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image, King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: So shall I live to speak my father's words;- same With the 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: [ear; My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine And I will stoop and humble my intents Το your well-practis'd, wise directions.And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;My father is gone wild into his grave, * Crown. Treat with contempt your acts executed by a repre sentative. In your regal character and office. For in his tomb lie my affections; say, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exeunt. SCENE III-Glostershire.--The Garden of SHALLOW's house. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the PAGE, and DAVY. where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: pippin' of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth;-come, cousin Silence ;and then to bed. Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. beggars all, Sir John-marry, good air.— Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy, Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman. 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 And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. and the PAGE at another table.] I'll be with you Davy. Sweet Sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH good master Page, sit: proface! What you anon-most sweet Sir, sit.-Master Page, 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 soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all; For women are shrews, both short and tail: Shal. Davy,Davy. Your worship?-I'll be with you straight. [To BARD.-A cup of wine, Sir? Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the lemant mine; [Singing. And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well said, master Silence. Sil. And 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 a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the PAGE.] and welcome, indeed, too.I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroest about London. Dary. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there Davy,Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ? Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot. Shal. 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. Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks? [Exit DAVY. Fal. Why, now you have done me right. [To SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. [Singing. Sil. Do me right, Is't not so? Fal. 'Tis so. Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do somewhat. Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. Fal. From the court, let him come in.— Enter PISTOL. Ful. How now, Pistol? 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 the realm. Sil. By'r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of Barson. Pist. Puff? Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base! * Apples commonly called russetines. Gay fellows. [Sings. [cons? Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the HeliAnd shall good news be baffled? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Shul. 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 is 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? Pist. A foutra for thine office! Ful. What! is the old king dead? are just. Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.-Pistol, I will double-charge 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:-0, sweet Pistol;Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]-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. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chiet 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 Hostess QUICKLY, and DOLL TEAR-SHEET. Host. No, thou arrant knave: I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint. 1 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. * Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripevisaged rascal; an the child I now go with, da miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of thy mother, thou paper-faced villain. his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening. It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays. Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come * A term of reproach for a catchpoll. |