company." I will devife matter enough out of this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in continual laughter the wearing out of fix fashions, which is four terms or two actions, and he shall laugh without intervallums. “ "it is much, that a lye with a flight oath, and a jest "with a fad brow, will do with a fellow that never "had the ache in his fhoulders." O, you fhall fee him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. [Within.] Sir John

Fal. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Mafter Shallow. [Exit Falitaff.

SCENE II. Changes to the court in London. Enter the Earl of Warwick, and the Lord Chief Justice.

War. How now, my Lord Chief Justice, whither a-
Ch. Juft. How doth the King?
[way?
War. Fxceeding 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.

Ch. Juft. I would his Majefty had call'd me with him. The fervice 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 myself,

To welcome the condition of the time:

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

Enter Lord John of Lancaster, Gloucefter, and Clarence.
War. Here come the heavy iffue of dead Harry.
O that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worit of thefe three gentlemen:
How many Nobles then fhould hold their places,
That mut ftrike fail to fpirits of vile fort!
Ch Juft. Alas, fear all will be overturn'd.
Lan. Good morrow, coufin Warwick.
Glou. Cla. 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

Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us

heavy!

Ch. Jul. Feace 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. Though no man be affur'd what grace You ftand in coldest expectation.

I am the forrier; 'would 'twere otherwise.

to find,

Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falftalff fair, Which fwims against your stream of quality.

Ch. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by th' impartial conduct of my foul;
And never fhall you fee that I will beg
A rated and forestall'd remiffion.

If truth and upright innocency fail me,
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. eav'n fave your Majefty!

P. Henry. This new and gorgeous garment, Majefty, Sits not fo eafy on me as you think.

Brother's, you mix your

fadnefs with fome fear:

This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath fucceeds,

But Harry,arry Yet be fad, good brothers,
For, to fpeak truth, it very well becomes

Sorrow fo royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,

you:

And 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 teav'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 o will I.
But Harry lives, that fhall convert thofe tears
By number into hours of happinefs.,

Lan. &c. We hope no other froin your Majefty.
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P. Henry.

P. Henry. You all look ftrangely on me; and you You are, I think, affur'd, I love you'not.

[moft. To the Ch. Juft. Ch. Juft. I am affur'd, if I be meafur'd rightly, Your Majesty hath no juft cause to hate me.

P. Henry. No! might a prince of my great hopes So great indignities you laid upon me? [forget What! rate, rebuke, and roughly fend to prison Th' immediate heir of England! was this eafy? May this be wafh'd in Lethe, and forgotten?

Ch. Juft. I then did ufe the perfon of your father; The image of his power lay then in me: And in th' adminftration of his law, While I was bufy for the commonwealth, Your Highnefs pleafed to forget my place, The majesty and pow'r of law and justice, The image of the King whom I prefented; And ftruck me in my very feat of judgment: Whereon, as an offender to your father,

I

gave bold way to my authority,

And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a fon fet your decrees at naught:
To pluck down justice from your awful bench;
To trip the courfe of law, and blunt the fword
That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon:
Nay more, to fpurn at your most Royal image,
And mock your working in a fecond body.
Quftion your Royal thoughts, make the cafe your's;
Be now the father, and propose a son;
Hear your own dignity fo much profan'd;
See your moft dreadful laws fo loofely flighted;
Behold yourself so by a fon difdain'd:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r fo filencing your fon.
After this cold confid'rance, fentence me;
And, as you are a King, speak in your state,
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My perfon, or my Liege's fovereignty.

P. Henry. You are right, Juftice, and you weigh this Therefore still bear the balance and the fword: [well; And I do with your honours may increase,

Till you do live to fee a fon of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did:
So fhall I live to speak my father's words;
Happy am I, that have a man fo bold,
That dares do juftice on my proper fon;
And no less happy, having fuch a fon,
That would deliver up his greatness fo
Into the hand of juftice.-You committed me;
For which I do commit into your hand

Th' unstained fword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remembrance, that you use the fame
With a like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand,
You fhall be as a father to my youth:

My voice fhall found as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents,
To your well-practis'd wife directions.
And, Princes all, believe me, I befeech you;
My father is gone wild into his grave;
For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his fpirit fadly I furvive,
To mock the expectations of the world;
To fruftrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my feeming. Though my tide of blood
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now;
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the fea,
Where it shall mingle with the ftate of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament;
And let us chufe fuch limbs of noble counfel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the belt govern'd nation;
That war or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us,
In which you, father, fhall have foremost hand.
[To the Lord Chief Justice.

Our coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remember'd) all our state,

And (Heaven configning to my good intents)
No prince, nor peer, fhall have juft caufe to fay,

Heav'n fhorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exeunt.

SCENE

Changes to Shallow's feat in Gloucestershire.

Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page, and Davy.

Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard, where in an arbour we will eat a laft year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and fo forth. Come, coufin Silence; and then to bed.

Fal. You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren: beggars all, beggars all, Sir John; marry, good air. Spread, Davy, fpead, Davy; well faid, Davy.

Fal. This Davy ferves you for good uses; he is your fervingman, and your husbandman.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By the mafs, I have drank too much fack at fupper. A good varlet. Now fit down,

now fit down: come, coufin.

Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a.

We shall do nothing but eat and make good chear, [Singing. And praife heav'n for the merry year;

When flesh is cheap and females dear,

And lufty lads roam here and there;

So merrily, and ever among, fo merrily, &c.

Fal. There's a merry heart, good Mafter Silence. I'll give you a health for that anon.

Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph fome wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; most fweet Sir, fit. Mafter Page, fit: good Mafter Page, fit. Proface! What you want in meat, we'll have in drink; but you muft bear; the heart's all. [Exit.

Shal. Be merry, Master Bardolph, and, my little foldier there, be merry.

Sil. [Singing. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, For women are shrews, both short and tall;

'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,

And welcome merry Shrovetide.

Be merry, be merry.

Fal. I did not think Mafter Silence had been a man of this mettle.