Than a joint burthen laid upon us all.
For me, by heav'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 fo will I.
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears
By number into hours of happiness.

Lan. &c. We hope no other from your Majesty.
K. Henry. You all look ftrangely on me; and you

most.

You are, I think, affur'd, I love you not.

[To the Ch. Fuft. Ch. Juft. I am affur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your Majefty hath no juft caufe to hate me.

K. Henry. No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget

So great indignities you laid upon me?

What! rate, rebuke, and roughly fend to prifon
Th' immediate heir of England! was this eafie?
May this be wash'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' adminiftration of his Law,
While I was bufie for the Common-wealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my Place,
The Majefty and Pow'r of Law and Justice,
The image of the King whom I presented;
And ftruck me in my very Seat 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 Son fet your decrees at naught:
To pluck down juftice from your awful bench;
To trip the courfe of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon:
Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image,

And

And mock your working in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the cafe yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son;

Hear your own dignity fo much prophan'd;
See your moft dreadful laws fo loosely flighted;
Behold your felf fo 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 Sovereignty.

P. Henry. You are right Juftice, and you weigh
this well,

Therefore ftill bear the balance and the fword:
And I do wish, your Honours may increase,
Till you do live to see a son 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 lefs happy, having fuch a fon,
That would deliver up his Greatness fo
Into the hand of justice. You committed me;
For which I do commit into your hand

Th' unftained fword that you have us❜d to bear;
With this remembrance, that you use the fame
With a like bold, juft, 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 lye my affections;
And with his fpirit fadly I furvive,

To

;

To mock the expectations of the world
To fruftrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my feeming. Tho' 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 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 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, fhall have foremost hand.
[To the Lord Chief Justice.
Our Coronation done, we will accite

(As I before remember'd) all our State,
And (Heav'n configning to my good intents)
No Prince, nor Peer, fhall have just cause to say,
Heav'n fhorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exeunt.

3 the state of floods,] i. e. the affembly, or general meeting of the floods. For all rivers, running to the fea, are there reprefented as holding their feffions. This thought naturally introduced the following,

Now call we our high Court of Parliament.

But the Oxford Editor much a ftranger to the phraseology of that time in general, and to his author's in particular, out of mere lofs for his meaning reads it backwards,

the floods of flate.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

Changes to Shallow's Seat in Gloucestershire.

Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page,

Sbal.

N

and Davy.

AY, you fhall fee mine orchard, where in an arbour we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a difh 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, spread, 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 th' Mass, I have drank too much Sack 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 bere and there;

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

Fal. There's a merry heart, good matter 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

4 a difb of carraways.] A comfit or confection fo called in our author's time. A paffage in De Vigneul Marville's Melanges d'Hiftoire et de Litt. will explain this odd treat, Dans le dernier fiecle ou l'on avoit le goût delicat, on ne croioit pas pouvoir vivre fans Dragées. Il n'etoit fils de bonne mere, qui n'eut fon Dragier; et il eft raporté dans l'hiftoire du duc de Guife, que quand il fut tué à Blois il avoit fon Dragier à la main.

fweet

fweet Sir, fit. Master Page, fit: 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.

Sil. [Singing] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, For women are Shrews, both short and tall 'Tis merry in ball, 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.

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

now.

Re-enter Davy.

Davy. There is a difh of leather-coats for you.
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 faid, mafter Silence.

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

Fal, Health and long life to you, master Silence. Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you, were't a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'ft any thing and wilt not call, befhrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too: I'll drink to mafter Bardolph, and to all the cavileroes about London.

Davy.

5 to all the cavileroes about London.] Les Cavalieri Italiens, que nous devons apeller. et que nos apellons effectivement Cavaliers, ne font pas des Chevaliers d'Ordre, mais feulement des perfonnes de

aiftinction