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Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's whole strength
Into one giant arm, it shall not force
This lineal honour from me: This from thee
Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest.
K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone,
Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege,
War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left
K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence:-80,
seek him out.
Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
let me see him: He is not here.
War. This door is open; he is gone this way.
K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hi-Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms;
How quickly nature falls into revolt,
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, brains with care,
Their bones with industry;
P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again.
K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
And to the English court assemble now,
their Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee.
Re-enter Prince HENRY.
Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Har-
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.
* Taking toll. † Accumulations.
P. Hen. O pardon me, my liege! but for my
(Which my most true and inward-duteous spi
How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
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 the crown as having sense, And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depending,
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head;
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
May waste the memory of the former days.
* Weight. + To be taken. + Spot, dirt.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me:
Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
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 wor ship 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 terms, or two actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. O, 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. [Exil FALSTAFF. SCENE II.-Westminster.-A Room in the Pa
Enter WARWICK, and the Lord CHIEF JUSTICE. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away?
Ch. Just. How doth the king?
*A egrious face.
↑ Full of wrinkles,
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War. He's walk'd the way of nature; And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me with him:
Ch. Just. I know he doth not; and do armyTo welcome the condition of the time; Which cannot look more hideously on me Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREY, Cla
RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others. War. Here comes the heavy issue of dead HarO, that the living Harry had the temper [ry: Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!" How many nobles then should hold their places, That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
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 heavier! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed:
And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation:
Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.
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, For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd, Than a joint burden laid upon us all. 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 suUS |ceeded him, had all his brothers strangled.
Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I:
P. John, &c. We hope no other from your
King. You all look strangely on me :-and [To the CH. JUSTICE. you most; 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
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your
The image of his power lay then in me:
For in his tomb lie my affections;
Now call we our high court of parliament:
[Exeunt. SCENE III-Glostershire.-The Garden of SHALLOW's house.
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BAR-
King. You are right, justice, and you weigh
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet Sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the PAGE at another table.] I'll be with you -Master Page, anon-most sweet Sir, sit.. good master Page, sit: 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 soldier there, be merry.
Treat with contempt your acts executed by a represenfative.
In your regal character and office.
Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all ;◊
For women are shrews, both short and tall:
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.
Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once, I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats you. [Setting them before BARDOLPH.
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
Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
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. Sil. Do me right, [Singing. And dub me knight:
Is't not so?
Fal. How now, Pistol?
Pist. God save you, Sir John!
Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?
Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base!
[Sings. 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 is but two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, Sir, under the king, in some authority.
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.
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!-
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
Fal. "Tis so.
Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can know, the young king is sick for me. take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which Dary. An it please your worship, there's one have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief Pistol come from the court with news.
Fal. From the court, let him come in.
Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or
Pist. A foutra for thine office!-
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?
* Apples commonly called russetines. † Sweetheart.
He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening.
It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Mashe's plays.