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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,
Say it did so a little time before

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 ?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and
none abroad!

How doth the king?

P. Humph. Exceeding ill.

P. Hen. Heard he the good news yet?

Tell it him.

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P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by
the king.
[Exeunt all but P. HENRY.
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow ?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keeps the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night !-sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
As he whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:
Did be suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move.-My gracious lord! my
father!-

This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,
That from this golden rigol ¶ hath divorc'd
So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood;
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;

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[Putting it on his head, 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
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.

K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence!
Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest.
Cla. Doth the king call?

[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
My sleep my death?

Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him
hither.
[Exit WARWICK.
This part of his conjoins with my disease,
And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things
you are!

How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her obiect!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their
brains with care,

Their bones with industry;

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,

We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste
Yields his engrossments to the ending father,-
Re-enter WARWICK.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next

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:

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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!
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm

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,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:
Thy life did manifest thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thon hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.

What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?

Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,
Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head:
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,
bence !

scum:

And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your
[dance,
Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink,
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, night:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh bis tooth in 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!
P. Hen. O pardon me, my liege! but for
my tears,
[Kneeling.

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 !
Heaven witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your
majesty,

How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
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 the crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: The cure on thee
pending,

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;
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!

Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou might'st win the more thy father's
love,

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. Heaven knows, my

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Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action hence borne
out,

May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!
And graut it may with thee in true peace
live!

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,
Preserving life in med’cine potable;

• 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
From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
My worldly business makes a period.--
Where is my lord of Warwick ?

P. Hen. My lord of Warwick !

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

It hath been prophesied to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy Land:-
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie:
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-Glostershire.-A Hall in
SHALLOW's House.

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,
Sir; for they have marvellous foul linen.
Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy busi-
ness, 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..

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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!
Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, mas-
ter Shallow.
[Exit FALSTAFF.
SCENE II.-Westminster.-A Room in the
Palace.
Enter WARWICK, and the Lord CHIEF Justice.
War. How now, my lord chief justice? whi-
ther away?

Ch. Just. How doth the king?
War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all
ended.

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:

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. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm
myself,

To 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,
CLARENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others.
War. Here comes the heavy issue of dead
O that the living Harry had the temper
Harry :
of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
How many nobles then should hold their places,

Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.
P. John. We meet like men that had forgo
to speak.

Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
War. We do remember; but our argument

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
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.
P. John. Though no man be assur'd what
grace to find,

You stand in coldest expectation :

I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise.
Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John
Falstaff fair;

Which swims against our stream of quality.

Question your royal thoughts, make the case
Be now the father, and propose a son; [your's,
Hear your own dignity so much profan'c,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely sligated.
Behold yourself so by a son disdained;
And then imagine me taking your part,
And, in your power, soft silencing your son:
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state, †
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege s sovereignty.

King. You are right, justice, and you weigh
this well;

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;
And never shall you see, that I will beg

A tagged and forestall'd remission.-
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.

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;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you;
Sonow 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,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let nie but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I:
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By uumber, into hours of happiness.

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.
King. No!

How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The inmediate heir of England? Was this easy?
May is be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?

Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father;

The image of his power lay then in me:
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
The image of the king whom I presented,
And struck me in my very seat of judgment:
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave hold way to my authority,
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought;
To pluck down justice from your awful beuch;
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your per-
son;

Nay, nie; to spurn at your most royal image,

Till you do live to see a son of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did.
So shall I live to speak my father's words;-
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
That dares do justice on my proper son:
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice.-You did commit
For which, I do commit into your hand [hear;
The unstained sword that you have us'd to
With this remembrance,-That you use the

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
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd wise directions.--
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;-
My father is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
Now call we our high court of parliament:
That the great body of our state may go
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
In equal rank with the best-govern'd nation
in which you, father, shall have foremost
As thing acquainted and familiar to us ;--
[To the Lord CH. JUSTICE.
Our coronation done, we will accite,
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (God consigning to my good intents,)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

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
drunk too much sack at supper :--a good
varlet. Now sit down, now sit down:-come, do somewhat.
cousin.

Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

[Singing.
And praise heaven for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap, and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrily,

And ever among so merrily.
Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master
Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine,
Davy.

Davy. Sweet Sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH
and the PAGE at another table.] I'll be with
you anon-most sweet Sir, sit.-Master
Page, 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.

Sil. Be merry, be merry, wy wife's as all;
[Singing.
For women are shrews, both short and tall
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,
And welcome merry shrove-tide.

Be merry, be merry, &c.
Sal. I did not think master Silence had been

a man of this mettle.

Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. An it please your worship, there's one
Pistol come from the court with news.
Fal. From the court, let him come in.-
Enter PISTOL.

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.

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And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry ;-now comes in
the sweet of the night.

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 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.
+ As all women are.
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 a part of a song in one
of Nash's plays.

Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

[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 anthority.

Pist. Under which king, Bezouian? speak, or die.

Shal. Under king Harry.

Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth?
Shal. Harry the fourth.

Pist. A foutra 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, 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
also !

Where is the life that late I led, say they:
Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days.

[Exeunt.

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