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His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd: Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
I should rejoice now at this happy news
O me! come near me, now I am much ill. (Swoons.
P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!
Cla. O my royal father!
Are with his highness very ordinary.
The incessant care and labour of his mind
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between :
Say, it did so, a little time before
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
[They convey the King into an inner part of Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!
the room, and place him on a bed. Wur. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends : The prince but studies his companions,
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Har. Call for the music in the other room.
Enter Prince Henry.
P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
P. Humph. Exceedingly ill.
Tell it him.
P. Hen. If he be sick
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
(Exeunt all but P. Henry. K. Hen. "O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
As he, whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
Perforce must move.-My gracious lord! my father!
To thee Better o
see him :
- up, vanity!
This sleep is sound indeed ; this is a sleep, I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Accusing Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd
To try wie So many English kings. Thy due, from me, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours,
That had Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood; Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth ! Which uature, love, and filial tenderness, . Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. But if it Shall, o dear father, pay thee plenteously: Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Or swell My due, from thee, is this imperial crown; Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
If any ret Which, as immediate from thy place and blood, That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
Did, with Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
Thou hast stol'n that, whieh, after some few hours, (Putting it on his head. Were thine without offence; and at my death,
Let God Which heaven shall guard. And put the world's whole Thou hast seald up my expectation:
And make strength Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not,
That doth Into one giant arm, it shall not foree And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
I. Her. This lineal honour from me: this from thee Thou hid’st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts ; Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit. Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
And hear War. What would your majesty? How fares your And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, grace? That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Br what K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords ? Let all the tears, that should bedew my hearse, Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head:
Hon tro Who undertook to sit and watch by you. Only compound me with forgotten dust; K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
for all He is not here, For now a time is come to mock at form,
With m War. This door is open; he is gone this way. Harry the Gfth is crown'd:
And Il P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence ! we stay'd. And to the English court assemble now,
My gai K. Hen. Where is the crown ? who took it from my From every region, apes of idleness ! pillow?
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scam:
Chan My sleep my death? England shall double gild his treble guilt:
So th Find him, my lord of Warwick: chide him hither. England shall give him office, honour, might:
(Exit Warwick. For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks This part of his conjoins with my disease, The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
And it And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you are ! Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent. How quickly nature falls into revolt, my poor kingdom, siek with eivil blows!
By When gold becomes her objeet!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots, •
And Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains o, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
And He, that wears the crown immortally,
Ton Re-enter WARWICK,
Teacheth,) this prostrate and exterior bending! Now, where is he that will not stay so long Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, Till his friend sickness hath determin’d me? And found no course of breath within your majesty,
ta War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, How cold it struck my heart! If I do feiga,
And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depending,
Come hither to me, Harry: Hath fed upon the body of my father ;
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold.
Preserving life in med'cine potable:
That Hok And
sir John, you
d compi of ways? more: le guilt:
Accusing it, I put it on my head;
K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging, where I first did swoon?
K. Hen. Laud be to God! even there my life
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt.
Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-
Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
shall serve; you shall not be excused. - Why, Davy! How troublesome it sat upon my head:
Davy. Here, sir.
Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, - let me see, Davy; let me
yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hiWith me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
ther. Sir John, you shall not be excused. But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; Davy. Marry, sir, thus; -those precepts cannot be And I had many living, to upbraid
served ; and, again, sir, Shall we sow the headMy gain of it by their assistances;
land with wheat ?
Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note,
Shall. Let it be cast, and paid :
Dary. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs
be bad:- aud, sir, do you mean to stop any of Wil-
Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well. A friend i'the
cout is better, than a pennyiv purse. Use his men well, To lead out many to the Holy Land;
Davy; for they are arrant kvaves, and will backbite.
Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business,
Dary. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William
but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have sonie You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, Then plain, and right must my possession be: sir, is able to speak for himself, when a kuave is not. I Which I, with more than with a common pain, have served your worship trnly, sir, these eight years: 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear ont a Enter Prince Jons of Lancaster, Warwick, Lords, knave against an honest man, I have but a very little and Others.
credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest K. IIen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lan- friend, sir; therefore, I beseceh your worship, let him
be countenanced. P. John. Ilealth, peace, and happiness, to my royal Shal. Go, to ; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look father!
about, Davy. (Exit Davy.] Where are you, sir John? K. Hen. Thou briog’st me happiness, and peace, Come, off with your
boots. Give me your hand, son John ;
Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bar-
dolph: and welcome, my tall fellow! (To the Where is my lord of Warwiek?
Page.] Come, sir John!
(Exit Shallow, P. Ilen. My lord of Warwick!
Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow.
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Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
Enter King Henry V.
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Shal. [Iithin.) Sir John!
Yet weer, that Harry's dead; and so will I: Fal. I come, master Shallow ; I come, master Shal. But llarry lives, that shall convert those tears,
[Exit Falstaff: By number, into hours of happiness.
P. John, etc. We hope no other from your majesty. SCENE II. - Vestminster. A room in the palace. King. You all look strangely on me ;-and you most: Enter WAKWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice,
[To the Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away? You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Ilow might a prince of my great hopes forget And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
So great indignities you laid upon me? Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call’d me with What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison him :
The immediate heir of England! Was this easy? The service that I truly did his life,
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father :
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
The majesty and power of law and justice, Enter Prince John, Prince HUMPHREY, CLARENCE, The image of the king, whom I presented, WESTMOREHAND, and Others.
And struck me in my very seat of judgment;
I gave bold way to my authority,
That guards the peace and safety of your person :
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours ;
, peace be with him, that hath made Be now the father, and propose a son:
Hear your own dignity so much profan’d,
And then imagine me taking your part,
And, in your power, soft silencing your son : Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.
After this cold considerance, sentence me; P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to And, as you are a king, speak in your state, find,
What I have done, that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege'sisovereignty.
; Cla. Well
, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair; Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword : Which swims against your stream of quality. And I do wish your honours may increase, Ch. Just Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Till you do live to see a son of mine
Offend you and obey you, as I did.
at another table.]I'll be with you anon:-most sweet So shall I live to speak my father's words ;- sir, sit.—Master page, good 'master page, sit: proHappy ann I, that have a mun so bold,
face! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. Thut dares do justice on my proper son:
But you must bear; the heart's all.
[Exit. And not less happy, having such a son,
Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph;—and my little That would deliver up his greatness so
soldier there, be merry. Into the hands of justice.—You did commit me; Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all; For which, I do commit into your hand
. [Singing. The unstain’d sword that you have us’d to bear; For women are shrews, both short and tali: With this remembrance, -- that you use the same 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry, etc.
Ful. I did not think, master Silence had been a man
Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once, ere
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you.
[Setting them before Bardolph. And with his spirit sadly I survive,
Shal. Davy, -
Davy. Your worship? - I'll be with you straight.
(To Burd.)- A cup of wine, sir? Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, (Singing.
And drink unto the lemurt mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry ;
- now comes in the And flow hencefo-th in formal majesty.
sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
[To the Lord Chief Justice. and to all the cavaleroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London ouce ere I die.
Bard. An I might see you there, Davy, -
Shal. I thank thee. — The knave will stick by thee, SCENE III. —Glostershire. The garden of SHALLOW's I can assure thee that; he will not out; he is true house.
Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be Shal. Nay, yon shall see mine orchard: where, in merry. (Knooking heard.] Look who's at door there : an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own Ho! who knocks?
(Exit Davy. graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth ;- Fal. Why, now you have done me right, come, cousin Silence; — and then to bed.
(To Silence, who drinks a humper. Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, Sil. Do me right,
[Singing. and a rich.
And dub me knight:
Fal, 'Tis so.
what. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet,
Fal. From the court, let him come in.-
[Singing. Pist. God save yon, sir John!
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 So merrily,
in the realm. And ever among so merrily.
Sil. By’r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of
Pist. Puff ?
Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!