For which, I do commit into your hand

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The unftained fword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remembrance,-That you use the fame
With the like bold, juft, and impartial fpirit,

As you have done 'gainst me.
There is my hand;
You shall 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 beseech you ;-
My father is gone wild into his grave,

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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, who hath writ me down
After my feeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, 'till now:
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the fea;
Where it fhall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majefty.
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 beft-govern'd nation;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us ;-

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remembrance,]-admonition, advice.

gone wild, &c.]-my wildness is buried with him.
"The breath no fooner left his father's body,

"But that bis wildnefs, mortified in him,

"Seem'd to die too."

fadly-now become fober.

HENRY V. A& I. S. 1. Cant.

f the state of floods,]—the general affembly, where they appear in fate; the main.

In which you, father, fhall have foremost hand.

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[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 just cause to say,-
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

[Exeunt.

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

Shal. Nay, you fhall fee mine orchard: where, in an arbour, we will eat a laft year's pippin of my own graffing, with a difh of carraways, and fo forth;-come, coufin Silence ;-and then to bed.

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Fal. You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, fir John-marry, good air.-Spread, Davy, spread, Davy well faid, Davy.

Fal. This Davy ferves you for good ufes; he is your ferving-man, and your husband-man.

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Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, fir 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 cheer,

And praife heaven for the merry year;

accite,]-cite, fummons.

[Singing.

configning]-concurring with.

carraways,]-the name of an apple common in the Weft of England.

When flesh is cheap and females dear,

And lufty lads roam here and there;

So merrily.-And ever among so merrily.

Fal. There's a merry heart !-Good mafter Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.

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Shal. Give good mafter Bardolph fome wine, Davy. Dary. Sweet fir, fit;-I'll be with you anon;-moft fweet fir, fit.-Mafter page, good mafter 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, mafter Bardolph :-and my little foldier there, be merry.

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Sil. [Singing] Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all; For women are fhrews, both fhort and tall:

*This merry

in ball, when beards wag all,

And welcome merry forove-tide.

Be merry, be merry, &c.

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

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

now

Re-enter Davy.

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Davy. There is a dish of leather coats for you.

Shal. Davy,

[Setting them before Bardolph.

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

Sil. [Singing] A cup of wine, that's brifk and fine,

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And drink unto the leman mine ;

And a merry beart lives long-a.

Proface!]-Much good may it do you.

1 my wife's as all;]-like the reft of her fex.

leather coats-an apple, fo called from the toughnefs of the ring. • the leman mine ;]-my fweetheart.

Fal

Fal. Well faid, master Silence.

Sil. An we shall be merry,-Now comes in the fweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, mafter Silence!
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome: If thou want'st any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief [to the page]; and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the ° cavaleroes about London.

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

Shal. You'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, mafter Bardolph ?

Bard. Yes, fir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I thank thee :-The knave will stick by thee, I can affure thee that he will not out; he is true bred. Bard. And I'll stick by him, fir.

[One knocks at the door. Lack nothing: be merry. Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks? Fal. Why, now you have done me right.

Shal. Why, there spoke a king.

[To Silence, who drinks a bumper.

Sil. [Singing] Do me right, and dub me knight : Samingo,-Is't not fo?

Fal. 'Tis fo.

Sil. Is't fo? Why, then fay, an old man can do fomewhat.

[Re-enter Davy. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news.

cavaleroes]-the jolly fellows.

↑ a pottle pot. ]-a two quart measure.
do me right.]-pledged me fairly.
Samingo,]-Domingo, the burthen of the fong.

Fal.

Fal. From the court? let him come in.

Enter Piftol.

How now, Piftol?

Pift. Sir John, 'fave you, fir!

Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

Pift. Not the ill wind which blows to no man good.Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.

Sil. Indeed I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of • Barston.

Pift. Puff?

Puff in thy teeth, moft recreant coward bafe!

Sir John, I am thy Piftol, and thy friend,
And helter-fkelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,

And golden times, and happy news of price.

Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world.

Pift. A foutra for the world, and worldlings bafe!

I fpeak of Africa, and golden joys.

Fal. O bafe Affyrian knight, what is thy news?
Let'king Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

Pift. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons?
And fhall good news be " baffled?

Then, Piftol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.

[Sings.

Shal. Honeft gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pift. Why then, lament therefore.

Shal. Give me pardon, fir,-If, fir, you come with

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king Cophetua]-A romance king of Africa, of whom Piftol's mention of that country reminds Falgaff, who, to get at his news, accofts Pistol in his own vein."O bafe Affyrian," &c.

baffled?]-treated fo contemptuously.

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