Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horfes.If I were faw'd into quantitities, I fhould make four dozen of fuch bearded-hermitesftaves as mafter Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to fee the femblable coherence of his mens fpirits and his: they by observing of him do bear themselves like foolish justices; he by converfing with them is turn'd into a jufticelike ferving man. Their spirits are fo married in conjunction, with the participation of society, that they flock together in confent like so many wild Geefe. If I had a fuit to mafter Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of being near their mafter: If to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no man could better command his fervants. It is certain that either wife 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 Henry in continual laughter the wearing out of fix fashions, which is four terms or two actions, and he shall laugh without Intervallums. O, it is much that a lie with a flight oath and a jeft with a fad brow will do, with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders. O, you shall see him laugh, 'til 1 his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.

Shal. Sir John!

[Within.

Fal. I come, mafter Shallow; I come, mafter Shallow.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Court in London.
Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice.
War. How now, my Lord Chief Juftice, whither away?
Ch. Juft. How doth the King?

War. Exceeding well: his cares are now all ended.
Ch. Juft. I hope not dead.

War. He's walk'd the way of nature,

And to our purposes he lives no more.

Cb. Juft. I would his Majefty had call'd me with him. The fervice that I truly did his life

Hath left me open to all injuries.

War. Indeed I think the young King loves you not, Ch. Juft. I know he doth not, and do arm my self

To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideously on me,

Than I have drawn it in my fantasie,

Enter Lord John of Lancafter, Gloucester and Clarence.
War. Here come the heavy iffue of dead Harry:
O, that the living Harry had the temper

Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen:
How many Nobles then fhould hold their places,
That muft ftrike fail to fpirits of vile fort!
Ch. Juft. Alas, I fear all will be overturn'd.
Lan. Good morrow, coufin Warwick.
Glou. Clar. Good morrow, coufin,

Lan. We meet like men that had forgot to freak.
War. We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Ch. Juft. Peace be with us, left we be heavier !
Glou. O, good my Lord, you've loft a friend indeed,
And I dare fwear you borrow not that face

Of feeming forrow, it is fure your own.

Lan. Tho' no man be affur'd what grace to find, You ftand in coldeft expectation.

I am the forrier: would 'twere otherwise.

Cla. Well, you must now fpeak Sir John Falstaff fair, Which fwims against your stream of quality.

Ch. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by th' impartial conduct of my foul; And never fhall you fee that I will beg A ragged and foreftall'd remiffion. If truth and upright innocency fail me, I'll to the King my mafter that is dead, And tell him who hath fent me after him. War. Here comes the Prince.

SCENE IH. Enter Prince Henry.. Ch. Juft. Heav'n save your Majesty"!

P. Henry. This new and gorgeous garment, Majefty, Sits not fo eafie on me as you think.

Brothers, you mix your fadness with some fear:

This is the English, not the Turkish Court,

Not Amurath an Amurath fucceeds,

But,

But Harry, Harry. Yet be fad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow fo royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my heart. Why then be fad,
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint-burthen laid upon us all.
For me, by heav'n, 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:
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and fo will I.
But Harry lives that fhall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.

Lan. &c. We hope no other from your Majefty.

P. Henry. You all look ftrangely on me; and you moft.
You are, I think, affur'd I love you not. [To the Ch. Juft.
Ch. Juft. I am affur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

P. Henry. No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget
The great indignities you laid upon me?

What! rate, rebuke, and roughly fend to prifon
Th'immediate heir of England! was this cafie?
May this be wafh'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Juft. I then did use the perfon of your father;
The image of his pow'r lay then in me:
And in th' administration of his law,
While I was bufie for the common-wealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and pow'r of law and justice,
The image of the King whom I presented;
And struck me in my very feat of judgment:
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority,

And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a fon fet your decrees at nought:
To pluck down juftice from your awful bench:
To trip the courfe of law, and blunt the fword
That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon:
Nay more, to fpurn at your most royal image,
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And

And mock your workings in a fecond body.
Queftion your royal thoughts, make the cafe yours
Be now the father, and propose a son:

Hear your own dignity fo much prophan'd;
See your most dreadful laws fo loofely flighted;
Behold your felf fo by a fon difdain'd:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r foft filencing your fon,
After this cold confid'rance, fentence me;
And as you are a King, speak in your ftate,
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My perfon, or my Liege's fovereignty.

P. Henry.You are right, Juftice, and you weigh this well; Therefore ftill bear the balance and the fword a

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 fhall I live to speak my father's words.
Happy am I, that have a man fo bold
That dares do juftice on my proper fon,
And no lefs happy having fuch a fom,
That would deliver up his greatness fo
Into the band of Justice. You committed me
For which I do commit into your
hand

Th' unftained sword that you have us'd to bear,
With this remembrance that you use the same
With the like bold, juft, and impartial spirit
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand,
You fhall be as a father to my youth:
My voice fhall found as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd wife directions.
And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you;
My father's gone into his grave, and in
His tomb lye all my wild affections;
For with his fpirit fadly I furvive,
To mock the expectations of the world,
To fruftrate prophecies, and to rase out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my feeming. Tho' my tide of blood

Hath

Hath proudly flow'd in vanity 'till now;
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the fea,
Where it shall mingle with the floods of ftate,
And flow henceforth in formal Majesty.
Now call we our high Court of Parliament,
And let us chufe fuch limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our ftate may go
In equal rank with the beft govern'd nation;
That war or peace, or both at once may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us,
In which you, father, fhall have foremost hand.

[To Lord Chief Justice.

Our coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remember'd) all our state,

And (heav'n configning to my good intents)
No Prince nor Peer fhall have juft cause to say,
Heav'n fhorten Harry's happy life one day!

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV, Shallow's Seat in Glo'ceftershire. Enter Falftaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page, and Davy.

Shal. Nay, you fhall fee mine orchard, where in an arbour we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a difh of carraways, and fo forth: come, coufin Silence; and then to bed.

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 faid, Davy.

Fal. This Davy ferves you for good ufes; he is your ferving-man and your husbandman.

Shal, A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By th' Mass, I have drank too much fack at fupper. A good varlet. Now fit down, now fit down: come, coufin.

Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a,

We fhall do nothing but eat, and make good chear, [Singing.
And praife beav'n for the merry year;

When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lufty lads roam bere and there;
Sa merrily, and ever among, fo merrily, &c.

Fal.