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Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that which gave thee life unto the worms.
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,




And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall double gild his treble guilt,
England shall give him office, honour, might;
For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent.
O my poor kingdom! sick with civil blows.
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O! thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants.

Prince. O pardon me, my liege; but for my Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;

And all my friends, which thou must make thy

Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displac'd: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land,
Lest rest and lying still might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne




The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke
Ere you with grief had spoke and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And he that wears the crown immortally
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more
Than as your honour and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most true and inward duteous spirit
Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending.
God witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your

How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign, 150
O! let me in my present wildness die
And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed.
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,
I spake unto this crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee

Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold:
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Preserving life in medicine potable:
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd.
Hast eat thy bearer up.' Thus, my most royal


Accusing it, I put it on my head,
To try with it, as with an enemy
That had before my face murder'd my father,
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the poorest vassal is
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my son !


Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Come hither, Harry: sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. God knows, my son,
By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
I met this crown; and I myself know well
How troublesome it sat upon my head:
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand,
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace. All these bold fears
Thou seest with peril I have answered;
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument; and now my death
Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
So thou the garland wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I
could do,




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God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
It hath been prophesied to me many years
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, I should not die but in Jerusalem,


Lanc. Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!

K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;

But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight
My worldly business makes a period.
Where is my Lord of Warwick?

My Lord of Warwick! 230
Re-enter WARWICK with Others.

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
War. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. Hen. Laud be to God! even there my life
must end.

Which vainly I suppos’d the Holy Land.

Look about, Davy.

Exit Davy. But bear me to that chamber ; there I 'll lie : Where are you, Sir John ? Come, come, come; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. Exeunt. off with your boots. Give me your hand, Master


Bard. I am glad to see your worship.

Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind

Master Bardolph: To the Page. And welcome, SCENE I.-Gloucestershire. A Hall in

my tall fellow. Come, Sir John. SHALLOW's llouse.

Pal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, Shallow.

Exit SHALLOW. and Page.

Bardolph, look to our horses. Shal. By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away If I were sawed into quantities, I should make

Ereunt BARDOLPH and Page. to-night. What! Davy, I say.

I Fal. You must excuse me, Master Robert four dozen of such bearded hermits' staves as Shallow.

Master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see Shal. I will not excuse you ; you shall not be the semblable coherence of his men's spirits excused ; excuses shall not be admitted ; there and his: they, by observing of him, do bear is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be ex

themselves like foolish justices; he, by concused. Why, Davy!

versing with them, is turned into a justice-like

servingman. Their spirits are so married in Enter DAVY.

conjunction with the participation of society Dary. Here, sir.

9 that they flock together in consent, like so many Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, wild geese. If I had a suit to Master Shallow. Davy ; let me see: yea, marry, William cook, I would humour his men with the imputation of bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not being near their master: if to his men, I would be excused.

curry with Master Shallow that no man could Davy. Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot better command his servants. It is certain be served: and, again, sir, shall we sow the that either wise bearing or ignorant carriage headland with wheat ?

is caught, as men take diseases, one of another : Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William therefore let men take heed of their company. cook : are there no young pigeons ?

I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note to keep Prince Harry in continual laughter the for shoeing and plough-irons.

20 wearing out of six fashions, which is four terms, Shal. Let it be cast and paid. Sir John, you or two actions, and a' shall laugh without intershall not be excused.

vallums. O! it is much that a lie with a slight Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must oath and a jest with a sad brow will do with a needs be had : and, sir, do you mean to stop any fellow that never bad the ache in his shoulders. of William's wages, about the sack he lost the O! you shall see him laugh till his face be like other day at Hinckley fair!

a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. A’shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, Shal. Within. Sir John ! a couple of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, Pal. I come, Master Shallow: I come, Master and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William Shallow.

Erit, cook. Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?

SCENE II. - Westminster. Shal. Yea, Davy. I will use him well.

An Apartment in the A

Palace. friend i' the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy, for they are Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief Justice. arrant knaves, and will backbite.

War. How now, my lord chief justice ! whither Davy. No worse than they are backbitten,

away? sir ; for they have marvellous foul linen.

Ch. Just. How doth the king? Shal. Well conceited, Davy: about thy busi

Mar. Exceeding well : his cares are now all ness, Davy.

ended. Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance Wil

Ch. Just. I hope not dead. liam Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of


He's walk'd the way of nature ; the hill.

And to our purposes he lives no more. Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor : that Visor is an arrant knave, on my

Ch. Just. I would his majesty had callid me

with him : knowledge. Davy. I grant your worship that he is a knave, Hath left me open to all injuries.

The service that I truly did his life sir ; but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should

War. Indeed I think the young king loves 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 To welcome the condition of the time;

Ch. Just. I know he doth not, and do armmyself truly, sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once which cannot look more hideously upon me or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTEP, friend, sir ; therefore, I beseech your worship,

WESTMORELAND, and Others. let him be countenanced.

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry : Shal. Go to; I say he shall have no wrong. 10! that the living Harry had the temper


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Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen.

Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your How many nobles then should hold their places, father ; That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort ! The image of his power lay then in me:

Ch. Just. O God! I fear all will be overturn'd. And, in the administration of his law, Lanc. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, morrow.

20 Your highness pleased to forget my place, Glou., Clar. Good morrow, cousin.

The majesty and power of law and justice, Lanc. We meet like men that had forgot to The image of the king whom I presented, speak.

And struck me in my very seat of judgment; War. We do remember ; but our argument Whereon, as an offender to your father, Is all too heavy to admit much talk,

I gave bold way to my authority, Lanc. Well, peace be with him that hath made And did commit you. If the deed were ill, us heavy!

Be you contented, wearing now the garland, Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! To have a son set your decrees at nought, Glou. O! good my lord, you have lost a friend To pluck down justice from your awful bench, indeed;

To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword And I dare swear you borrow not that face That guards the peace and safety of your person: Of seeming sorrow; it is sure your own. Nay, more, to spurn at your most royal image Lanc. Though no man be assur'd what grace and mock your workings in a second body. to find,

30 Question your royal thoughts, make the case You stand in coldest expectation.

yours ;
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise. Be now the father and propose a son,
Clar. Well, you must now speak Sir John Hear your own dignity so much profan’d,
Falstaff fair,

See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Which swims against your stream of quality. Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in And then imagine me taking your part,

And in your power soft silencing your son : Led by the impartial conduct of my soul ; After this cold considerance, sentence me; And never shall you see that I will beg

And, as you are a king, speak in your state A ragged and forestall'd remission.

What I have done that misbecame my place, 100 If truth and upright innocency fail me, My person, or my liege's sovereignty. I'll to the king my master that is dead,

K. Hen. V. You are right, justice ; and you And tell him who hath sent me after him.

weigh this well ; War. Here comes the prince.

Therefore still bear the balance and the sword :

And I do wish your honours may increase Enter King HENRY the Fifth, attended.

Till you do live to see a son of mine Ch. Just. Good morrow, and God save your Offend you and obey you, as I did. majesty!

So shall I live to speak my father's words: K. Hen. V. This new and gorgeous garment, Happy am I, that have a man so bold majesty,

That dares do justice on my proper son ; Sits not so easy on me as you think.

And not less happy, having such a son, Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear: That would deliver up his greatness so This is the English, not the Turkish court; Into the hands of justice. You did commit me : Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,

For which, I do commit into your hand But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers, The unstained sword that you have used to bear; For, by my faith, it very well becomes you : 50 With this remembrance, that you use the same Sorrow so royally in you appears

With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit That I will deeply put the fashion on

s you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand : And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad ; You shall be as a father to my youth ; But entertain no more of it, good brothers, My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear Than a joint burden laid upon us all.

And I will stoop and humble my intents
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assurd, To your well-practis'd wise directions.
I'll be your father and your brother too; And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your My father is gone wild into his grave,

For in his tomb lie my affections ;
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I ; And with his spirit sadly I survive,
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears To mock the expectation of the world,
By number into hours of happiness.

To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Lanc., etc. We hope no other from your majesty. Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
K. Hen. V. You all look strangely on me: To After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
the Chief Justice. And you most;

Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now : You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.

Now doth it turn and ebb back to the sea, Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, where it shall mingle with the state of floods Your majesty bath no just cause to hate me. And flow henceforth in formal majesty. K. Hen. V. No!

Now call we our high court of parliament; How might a prince of my great hopes forget And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, So great indignities you laid upon me? 69 That the great body of our state may go What ! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison In equal rank with the best govern'd nation ; The immediate heir of England i was this easy? That war, or peace, or both at once, may be May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten ? As things acquainted and familiar to us;

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In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite,

As I before remember'd, all our state :
And, God consigning to my good intents,

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any thing and wilt not call, beshrew thy No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say, heart. To the Page. Welcome, my little tiny God shorten Harry's happy life one day. thief; and welcome indeed, too. I'll drink to Master Bardolph and to all the cavaleiroes about London.


SCENE III.-Gloucestershire. The Garden
of SHALLOW'S House.
BARDOLPH, and the Page.

Shal. Nay, 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 caraways, and so forth; come, cousin Silence; and then to bed. Fal. Fore God, 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. This Davy serves you for good uses: he is your servingman and your husband.


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

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Shal. Davy!
Davy. Your worship! I'll be with you straight.
A cup of wine, sir?

Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;

Sil. A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, Master Silence.

Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet o' the night.


Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence.

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

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Fal. 'Tis so.

Sil. Is 't so? Why then, say an old man can do somewhat.


Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. An't please your worship, there's one
Pistol come from the court with news.
Fal. From the court! let him come in.


How now, Pistol!

Pist. Sir John, God save you! sir.

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 this realm.


Sil. By 'r lady, I think a' be, but goodman Puff of Barson.

Re-enter DAVY.

I speak of Africa and golden joys.

Davy. There's a dish of leather-coats for you. Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof.

Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news!

Setting them before BARDOLPH.

Pist. 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 prithee now, deliver them like a man
of this world.


Pist. A foutre for the world and worldlings base!

Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons! And shall good news be baffled?

Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

Shal. 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's 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? Shal. Harry the Fourth. Pist. A foutre for thine office! Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Harry the Fifth 's the man. I speak the truth: When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard.


Fal. What is the old king dead?

Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak are just.

Fal. Away, Bardolph! saddle my horse. Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine. Pistol, I will doublecharge 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. O sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph. Exit BARDOLPH. 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. Blessed are they which have been my friends, and woe unto my lord chief 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 Mistress QUICKLY and DOLL TEARSHEET.

Quick. No, thou arrant knave: I would to God that I might die that I might have thee hanged; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

First 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.

Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal. An the child I now go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain. 12

Quick. O the Lord! that Sir John were come; he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry! First Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat among



Doll. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue! you filthy famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.

First Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant,


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