ACT V. SCENE I.

GLOSTERSHIRE.

Enter Shallow, Silence, Falftaff, Bardolph, Page, and

Davy.

SHALLOW.

Y cock and

Pye

Sir, you

fhall not away

to-night.

B

not be excused.

What, Davy, I fay.

Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.

Shal. I will not excufe you: you shall
Excufes fhall not be admitted: there

is no excuse shall ferve: you shall not be excus'd. Why Davy.

Davy. Here, Sir.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee, Davy, let me fee; William Cook, bid him come hither. Sir John, you fhall not be excus'd.

Davy. Marry, Sir, thus: thofe precepts cannot be ferv'd; and again, Sir, fhall we fow the head-land with wheat?

Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William Cook; are there no young Pidgeons?

Davy. Yea, SirHere is now the Smith's note for fhooing, and plow-irons.

Shal. Let it be caft and paid Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.

Davy. 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 fack he loft the other day at Hinckly fair?

Shal

Shal. He fhall answer it. Some Pidgeons, Davy, a couple of fhort-legg'd Hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws: tell William Cook. Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, Sir? A friend Shal. Yes, Davy. I will ufe him well. i' th' 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 bitten, Sir;

have marvellous foul linnen.

for they

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.

Davy. I befeech you, Sir, to countenance William Vifor of Woncot, against Clement Perkes of the hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, againft that Vifor ; that Vifor 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 fome An honeft man, countenance at his friend's request. Sir, is able to fpeak for himself, when a knave is not. I have ferv'd your worship truly, Sir, thefe eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a little cre knave against an honeft man, I have but very dit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, Sir, therefore I befeech your worship let him be countenanc'd.

Shal. Go to, I fay he shall have no wrong: look about, Davy. Where are you, Sir John? come, off with your boots. Give me your hand, mafter Bardolph.

Bard. I am glad to fee your worship.

Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph and welcome, my tall fellow; [To the Page.] Come, Sir John.

Fal. I'll follow you, good mafter Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horfes.- -If I were faw'd into quantities, I fhould make four dozen of fuch beardedhermites-ftaves as mafter Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to fee the femblable coherence of his mens fpirits

and

and his they by obferving of him do bear themselves like foolish juftices, he by converfing with them is turn'd into a juftice-like fervingman. Their fpirits are fo married in conjunction, with the participation of fociety, that they flock together in confent like fo many wild Geefe. If I had a fuit 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 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. 1 will devife matter enough out of this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in continual laughter the wearing out of fix fafhions, which is four terms or two actions, and he fhall laugh a 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 thoulders. O you fhall fee him laugh, till his face be like: a wet cloak ill laid up.

Shal. Sir John.

1

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

low.

SCENE II.

LONDON

[Exeunt.

Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice.

War.

OW now, my lord Chief Justice, whether away?

H°

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.

a with.

Ch.

Ch. Juft. I would his Majesty had call'd me with him. The service 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 felf To welcome the condition of the time,

Which cannot look more hideously on me,
Than I have drawn it in my fantafie.

Enter Lord John of Lancaster, Gloucester and Clarence.

War. Here comes the heavy iffue of dead Harry :
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worft of thefe three gentlemen:
How many nobles then should 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, cousin Warwick.
Glou. Clar. Good morrow, coufin.

Lan. We meet like men that had forgot to speak,
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 otherwife.

Cla. Well, you must now fpeak Sir John Falstaff fair,

Which fwims against your ftream of quality.

Ch. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by th' b impartial conduct of my foul;

And never fhall you fee that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remiffion.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,

b imperial

I'll

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 III.

Enter Prince Henry.

Ch. Juft. Heav'n fave 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,

i

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

That I will deeply put the fashion on,
Andi 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 affur'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 thofe tears
By number into hours of happiness.

Lan. c. We hope no other from your Majesty.

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 Majefty hath no just cause to hate me.

P. Henry. No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget

So great indignities you laid upon me?

What rate, rebuke, and roughly fend to prifon
Th' immediate heir of England! was this eafie?
May this be wafh'd in Lethe, and forgotten?

Ch.