company.” I will devise 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.“ O, “ 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 shoulders.” O, 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 Shallow.

[Exit Falitaff.

[way!

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. fup. How doth the King ?
War. lexceeding well : his cares are now all ended.
Ch. Jul 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 Majesty had callid 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. 7uf 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, Gloucester, and Clarence.

War. Here come the heavy iffue of dead Harry.
O that the living riarry had the temper
Of him, the worit of these three gentlemen :
How many Nobles then should hold their places,
That muit strike fail to spirits of vile fort !

Ch Juft. slas, ! fear all will be overturn'd.
Lan. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
Glou,ila. Good morrow, cousin.
Lan. We meet, like men that had forgot to speak.

War. We do remember; but our argument is all too heavy to adinit much talk.

Las.

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

heavy! Ch. Juft. Feace be with us, lest we be heavier !

Glou. O, good my Lord, you've lost a friend indeed; And I dare Twear, you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.

Lan. 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 Falstalff fair, Which swims 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 shall you see that I will beg A rated and foreitall'd remiffion. 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.

SCENE III. Enter Prince Henry, Ch. Juft. eay'n fave your Majesty!

P. Henry. This new and gorgeous garment, Majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think. Brother's, you

mix sadness with some fear : This is the English, not the Turkish court ; Not Ainurath an Amurath succeeds, But Harry, arry Yet be fad, good brothers, For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you : Sorrow so r: yally in you appears, That I will Jeeply put the fathion on, And wear it in my heart. Why then be sad; 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 assur’d, l'll be your father and

your

brother too:
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear yo'ir cares :
Yet weep that Harry's dead; and o will I.
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.
Lan.c. We hope no other iruin your Majesty.

P. Henry.

your

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P. Henry. You all look strangely on me; and you You are, I think, assur’d, I love you' not. (most.

To the Ch. yuft.
Ch. Just. I am assur’d, if I be meafur'd rightly,
Your Majesty hath no juit 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 send to prison
Th’immediate heir of England ! was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?

Ch. Juft. I then did use the person of your father";
The image of his power lay then in me :
And in th' adminstration of his law,
While I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and pow'r of law and justice,
The image of the King whom I presented ;
And struck me in my very feat of judgınent:
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 set your decrees at naught:
To pluck down justice from your awful bench ;
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person:
Nay more, to spurn at your most Royal image,
And mock your working in a second body.
Qustion your Royal thoughts, make the case your's ;
Be now the father, and propose a fon ;
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd;
See your most dreadful laws fo loosely flighted;
Behold yourself so by a fon disdain'd:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r so filencing your son.
After this coid confid’rance, 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 fovereignty.

P. Henry. You are right, Justice, and you weigh this
Therefore still bear the balance and the lword : (well;
And I do wish your houqur's may incrcale,

Till
you

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

your

hand Th’unstained sword that you have us'd to bear; With this remembrance, that you use the same With a like bold, just, and imparcial spirit, As you have done 'gainst me.

There is

my

hand,
You shall be as a father to my youth:
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear ;
And I will stoop and humble m.y intents,
To your well-practis'd wife 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 fpirit fadly I survive,
To mock the expectations of the world ;
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. Though my tide of blood
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.
Now call we our high court of parliament;
And let us chuse such limnbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That war or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us,
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.

[To the Lord Chief Juftice. 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, shall have just cause to say, Heav'n fhorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exeurt.

SCENE

SC EN E IV. Changes to Shallow's seat 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 last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and fo forth. Come, cousin 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, spead, Davy; well said, Davy.

Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your servingman, and your husbandman.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John. By the mass, I have drank too much fack at fupper.A good varlet. Now fit down, now sit down : come, cousin.

Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a. We shall do nothing but eat and make good chear, [Singing. And praise heav'n 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, &c.

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

Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph fome wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet Sir, sit; I'll be with you anon; moft sweet Sir, fit. Master Page, fit: good Master Page, fit. 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 foldier there, be merry.

Sil. [Singing.] Be merry, be merry, my wife hus all, For women are shrews, both short and tall; 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, und welcome merry Shrovetide. Be merry, be merry.

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