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

P. Hen. My Lord of Westmoreland,

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?

West. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. Hen. Laud be to Heaven !-even there my life

must end.
It hath been prophesy'd 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.

[Music without. Exeunt.



The Orchard at SHALLOW's Seat, in Glostershire.


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!

. Enter 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 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.- 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.

Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor, of Woncot, against Clement Perkes, of the Hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.

Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir; but yet, Heaven 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. I have served your worship truly, sir, these eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.

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.

Fal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt SHALLOW, BARDOLPII, and PAGE.] If I were sawed into quan. tities, 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; be, 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. It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, as men take diseases, one of another: therefore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep Prince Harry in continual laughter. 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 wet cloak, ill laid up.

Shal. (Within.] Sir John!

Fal. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master
Enter Four Servants, with Tables, Cups, Wine, Ale,

Shal. Nay, Sir John, an you will stay in my ore

chard, here are seats :-we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth;-come, cousin Silence.

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, spread, Davy: well said, Davy.

Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husband-man.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much sack to-lay :- agood varlet. Now sit down: now sit down :- come, cousin.

i [They sit, the SERVANTS waiting. Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, -we shall — [Singing,

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
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, fc.
Fal. There's a merry heart !–Good Master Si-

I'll give you a health for that anon.

Shal. Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet sir, sit;-BARDOLPH and Page sit at another Table.] I'll be with you anon:-most sweet sir, sit.-Master Page, good Master Page, sit. [Exit.

Shal. Be merry, Master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. [Singing. ] Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all;

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, 8c.

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

Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now,

Enter Davy, with a Dish of Apples.
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you.

[Setting them before BARDOLPH., Shal. Davy,

Davy. Your worship? - I'll be with you straight. A cup of wine, sir ?

Sil. (Singing.] A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the leman mine :

And a merry heart lives long-a. . , Fal. Well said, Master Silence.

Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence!
Sil. [Singing.] Fill the cup, and let it come; .
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome : Welcome, my little tiny thief: (To the Page.] and welcome, in-. deed, too.—I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleros about London.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bard. An I might see you there, Davy,-

Shal. 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 :

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