England fhall give him office, honour, might: "For the Fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks "The muzzle of restraint; and the wild dog *Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent. O my poor kingdom, fick 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. Henry. O pardon me, my Liege ! but for my tears, (The moist impediments unto my speech), [Kneeling. I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, And never live to fhew th' incredulous world And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending Therefore thou belt of gold art worst of gold; Other, leis fine in carret, is more precious, Preferving life in med'cine potable: But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Haft eat thy bearer up. Thus, Royal Liege, Accufing it, I put it on my head, To try with it (as with an enemy, That had before my face murder'd my father) But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or Or fwell my thoughts to any ftrain of pride, Did with the leaft affection of a welcome That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! K. Henry. O my fon! Heav'n put it in thy mind to take it hence, That thou might'ft win the more thy father's love, Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed; My gain of it by their affiftances; fon, Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, For all my reign hath been but as a scene For thou the garland wear'ft fucceffively. Yet though thou stand'st more fure than I could do, * Suppofed, for undermined. Mode, here, does not fignify fashion; but time and measure in fing ng, or the pitch in fpeaking. Mr. W. I cut them off, and had a purpose now To lead our many to the holy land; Left reft and lying ftill might make them look With foreign quarrels; that action, hence, borne out, More would I, but my lungs are wafted fo, And grant it may with thee in true peace live! P. Henry. My gracious Liege, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; Enter Lord John of Lancaster, and Warwick. K. Henry. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancafter. Lan. Health, peace and happiness to my Royal father. K. Henry. Thou bring'ft me happinefs and peace, fon But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown [John; From this bare, wither'd trunk. Upon thy fight My worldly business makes a period. Where is my Lord of Warwick? P. Henry. My Lord of Warwick. my life muft K. Henry. Doth any name particular belong [end. [Exeunt. ACT SCENE I. ACT V. Shallow's feat in Gloftershire. Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page. Shal. Y cock and pye, Sir, you fhall not away tonight. What! Davy, I fay. B'night. Fal. You must excufe me, Master Robert Sallow. Shal. I will not excufe you; you shall not be excufed. Excufes fhall not be admitted: there is no excufe fhall ferve: you fhall not be excus'd. Why, Davy, Davy. Here, Sir, Enter Davy. Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee; Davy, let me fee; yea, marry, William Cook, bid him come hither. Sir John, you fhall not be excus'd. Davy. Marry, Sir, thus: thofe precepts cannot be ferv'd; and, again, Sir, fhall we fow the head-land with wheat? Shal. With red wheat, Davy But, for William Cook, are there no young pidgeons? Davy. Yea, Sir-Here is now the fmith's note for fhooing, and plough-irons. Shal. Let it be caft and paid fhall not be excus'd, Sir John, you 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 fack he loft the other day at Hinckly fair? Shal. He fhall anfwer it. Some pidgeons, Davy, a couple of fhort-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 ufe him well. A friend i' th' court is better than a penny in purfe. Ufe his men well, Davy; for they are arrent knaves, and will backbite. Davy. No worfe than they are backbitten, Sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. I Shal. Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy. Davy. I befeech you, Sir, to countenance William Vifor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill. Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Vifor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge. Davy. "I grant your Worship, that he is a knave, "Sir; but yet God forbid, Sir, but a knave fhould "have fome countenance at his friend's request. An. "honest man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when 66 a knave is not. I have ferv'd your Worship truly, 66 Sir, thefe eight years; and if I cannot once or twice “in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, "I have but very little credit with your Worthip. The "knave is mine honeft friend, Sir; therefore, I be"feech your Worthip, let him be countenance'd. Shal. Go to, I fay, he fhall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. Where are you, Sir John? come, off with your boots. Give me your hand, Master Bardolph. Bard. I am glad to fee 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 Mafter Robert Shallow. [Exeunt Shallow, Silence, &c.] Bardolph, look to our horfes.- -If I were faw'd into quantities, I should make four dozen of fuch bearded hermits-ftaves as Mafter Shallow." It is a wonderful thing to see the sem"blable coherence of his mens' spirits and his : they, "by obferving of him, do bear themfelves like foolish juftices; he, by converfing with them, is turn'd into "a juftice-like fervingman. Their fpirits are fo mar"ried in conjunction, with the participation of fociety, "that they flock together in confent, like fo many wild geefe. If I had a fuit to Master Shallow, I would "humour his men with the imputation of being near "their mafter: if to his men, I would curry with Ma"fter Shallow, that no man could better command his "fervants. It is certain, that either wife bearing or "ignorant carriage is caught, as men take difeafes one "of another: therefore let men take heed of their VOL. IV. "company." G g |