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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
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold.
Preserving life in med'cine potable:
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,
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; any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son,
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand;
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed,
So thou the garland wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could dɔ,
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
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, to my royal father!
K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace, son
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
My lord of Warwick K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. 'Tis call'd 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.
A hall in Shallow's house.
Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away tonight. What, Davy, I say!
Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. 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 excused.-Why, Davy!
Davy. Here, sir.
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 excused.
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 -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 o. 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-legged 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' th' 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 know
ledge. Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir: