Hath wrought the mure that should confine it | Which, as immediate from thy place and blood, in, Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do observe Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature: The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over. Cia. The river had thrice flow'd, no ebb between :t And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, That our great grandsire, Edward sick'd and died. War. Speak lower, princes, for the king re covers. P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray. [They convey the King into an inner part of the room, and place him on a Bed. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit. War. Call for the music in the other room. K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. § Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. War. Less noise, less noise. Enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence ? How doth the king? P. Humph. Exceeding ill. P. Hen. Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him. P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep, [Putting it on his head, Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's whole strength Into one giant arm it shall not force K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence! [Exit. War. What would your majesty? How fares your grace? K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege. Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me see him : He is not here. War. This door is open; he is gone this way. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :-go, seek him out, Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him How quickly nature falls into revolt, For this the foolish over-careful fathers Their bones with industry; For this they have engrossed and pil'd up Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees, Now, where is he that will not stay so long room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown? Re-enter Prince HENRY. Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry : Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. [Exeunt CLARENCE, Prince HUMPHREY, LORDS, &c. P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: 1 stay too long for thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! thee. Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity Is held from falling with so weak a wind, That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some hours, few Were thine without offence; and, at my death, What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself; scum: And to the English court assemble now, What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care? The moist impediments unto my speech, Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending ! How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign, I spake unto the crown as having sense, But thou, most fine, most honour'à, most re nown'd, Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, royal liege, my most Accusing it, I put it on my head; But if it did infect my blood with joy, Did with the least affection of a welcome, Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, May waste the memory of the former days. P. Hen. My gracious liege, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me: Then plain, and right, must my possession be : Which I, with more than with a common paiu, de- 'Gaiust all the world will rightfully maintain. Hath fed upon the body of my father; Therefore, theu, best of gold, art worst of gold; Other, less fine in carat, is more precious, • Confirmed my opinion Enter Prince JOHN of Lancaster, WARWICK, Lords, and others. K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, {) my royal father! K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and | fore, I beseech your worship, let him be counpeace, son John; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown P. Hen. My lord of Warwick ! K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong It hath been prophesied to me many years, ACT V. SCENE I.-Glostershire.-A Hall in tenanced. 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 Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and master Shallow, I would humour his men, PAGE. Shal. By cock and pye, Sir, you shall not away to night.-What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. 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 or ignorant carriage, is caught, as men take disservants. It is certain, that either wise bearing heed of their company. I will devise matter eases, one of another: therefore, let men take enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Harry Shal. I will not excuse you: you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be ex-in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six cused. Why, Davy! Enter DAVY. Davy. Here, Sir. fashions, (which is four terns, or two actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. Oh! 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! Oh! you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see :-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be ex-wet cloak ill laid up. cused. Davy. Marry, Sir, thus ;-those precepts cannot be served and, again, Sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook :--Are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, Sir.--Here is now the smith's note for shoeing, and plough-irons. Shal. Let it be cast, and paid :-Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Now, 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 sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair? Shal. He shall answer it :---Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-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? Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend 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, 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.. 1 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. have served your worship truly, Sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, have but a very little credit with your worship. The kuave is mine honest friend, Sir; there Shal. [Within.] Sir John! Ch. Just. How doth the king? Ch. Just. I hope, not dead. War. He's walk'd the way of nature; The service that I truly did his life, War. Indeed, I think the young king loves Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm To welcome the condition of the time: Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd. Is all too heavy to admit much talk. 1 hat is, full of wrinkles: a most laughable simule, P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath | And mock your workings in a second body;* made us heavy! Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be hea. vier ! P. Humph. O good my .ord, you have lost a friend indeed : And I dare swear, you borrow not that face You stand in coldest expectation : I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise. Which swims against our stream of quality. Question your royal thoughts, make the case King. You are right, justice, and you weigh Therefore still bear the balance and the sword; Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in And I do wish your honours may increase, honour, Le by the impartial conduct of my soul; A tagged and forestall'd remission.- Enter King HENRY V. and heaven save Ch. Just. Good morrow; your majesty! king. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think. B. others, you mix your sadness with some fear; This is the English, not the Turkish court; That I will deeply put the fashion on, P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty. you most: King. You all look strangely on me :-and [To the CH. JUSTICE. You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. Ch Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, You tuajesty hath no just cause to hate me. How might a prince of my great hopes forget Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father; The image of his power lay then in me: Nay, nie; to spurn at your most royal image, Till you do live to see a son of mine me: same with the like bold, just, and impartial spirit, As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand; [ear : You shall be as a father to my youth: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine hand. say, [Exeunt. SCENE 111.-Glostershire.-The Garden of SHALLOW's house. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the PAGE, and DAVY. 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 carraways, 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. Sal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very • Treat with contempt your acts executed by a septe In your regal character and office. • Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his son who sentative. sneceeded him had all his brothers strangled. Fal. 'Tis so. Sil. Is't so? Why, then say an old man can good varlet, Sir John.-By the mass, I have Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, [Singing. And ever among so merrily. Davy. Sweet Sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH Sil. Be merry, be merry, wy wife's as all; Be merry, be merry, &c. a man of this mettle. Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Fal. How now, Pistol? Pist. God save you, 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 in the realm. Sil. By'r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of Barson. 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 pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world. Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! I speak of Africa, and golden joys. Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Health and long life to you, master 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 cavaleroes about Loudou. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there Davy,Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ? 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: Samingo ¶ Is't not so? • Much good may it do you. of his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening. Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. [Sings. Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons? And shall good news be baffled? Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your 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 anthority. Pist. Under which king, Bezouian? speak, or die. Shal. Under king Harry. Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth? 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, 1 will double-charge 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. BARD.]-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. take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice! Let us Pist. Let vultures vile seize on bis lungs Where is the life that late I led, say they: [Exeunt. |