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K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; !
And he, the noble image of my youth,
Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hour of death:

The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape,
In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
And rotten times, that you shall look upon,
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections' fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!

War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him
quite:

The prince but studies his companions,
Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the lan-

guage,

'Tis needful, that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use,
But to be known, and hated. So, like gross
terms,

The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers: and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his grace must mete the lives of others;
Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hen. 'Tis seldom-when the bee doth leave
her comb

In the dead carrion.'-Who's here? Westmoreland?

Enter WESTMORELAND.

K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news
make me sick?

Will fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food,—
Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,-such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
O me! come near me, now I am much ill.

P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty!

Cla.

[Swoons.

O my royal father! West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up!

War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these

fits

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And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,

West. Health to my sovereign! and new hap- Say, it did so, a little time before

piness

Added to that that I am to deliver!

Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand:
Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your law;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here at more leisure may your highness read;
With every course, in his particular.4

K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer
bird,

Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.
Enter HARCOURT.

Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty;
And, when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of!

The Ear! Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English, and of Scots,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.

1 Affections, in the language of Shakspeare's time, are passions, desires. Appetitus animi.

2 A parallel passage occurs in Terence :

quo modo adolescentulus

Meretricum ingenia et mores posset noscere Mature ut cum cognovit, perpetuo oderit.' 3 As the bee, having once placed her comb in a car cass, stays by her honey, so he that has once taken pleasure in bad company will continue to associate with those that have the art of pleasing him.

That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end.
K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me
hence

Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray.

[They convey the King into an inner part of
the Room, and place him on a Bed,
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
Unless some dull and favourable hand

War. Call for the music in the other room.
K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much
War. Less noise, less noise.

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dull and sino were synonymous. Dullness, slow. ness; tarditas, tardivete. Somewhat dull or slowe; tardiusculus, tardelet;' says Baret. But Shakspeare uses dulness for drowsiness in the Tempest. And Baret has also this sense :- Slow, dull, asleepe, drousie, astonied, heavie; torpidus. It has always been thought that slow music induces sleep. Ariel enters playing solemn music to produce this effect, in the Tenipes. The notion is not peculiar to our great poet, as the following 5 Mure for wall is another of Shakspeare's Latin-exquisite lines, almost worthy of his hand, may wi isms. It was not in frequent use by his cotemporaries. Wrought it thin is made it thin by gradual detriment: Drought being the preterite of work.

4 The detail contained in Prince John's letter.

6. To fear anciently signified to make afraid, as well as to dread. A vengeance light on thee that so doth feare me, or makest me so feared.'-Baret.

7 That is, equivocal births, monsters.

8 i. e. as if the year.

9 An historical fact. On Oct. 12, 1411, this happened. 10 Johnson asserts that dull here signifies melancholy, gentle, soothing. Malone says that it means ' producing dullness or heaviness.' The fact is that

ness:-

'Oh, lull me, lull me, charming air,
My senses rock'd with wonder sweet;
Like snow on wool thy fallings are,
Soft like a spirit are thy feet.

Grief who need fear

That hath an ear?

Down let him lie,

And slumbering die,

And change his soul for harmony.' (From Wit Restored, 1659.) They are attributed to Dr. Strode, who died in 1644

P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. For this the foolish over-careful fathers
P. Hen. If he be sick

With joy, he will recover without physic.
War. Not so much noise, my lords ;-sweet
prince, speak low;

The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
War. Will't please your grace to go along
with us?

P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the
king.'
[Exeunt all but P. HENRY.
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keeps the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night!-sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely biggin' bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather, that stirs not:
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move.-My gracious lord!-my
ther!-

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Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care,

Their bones with industry;

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, tollings from every flower
The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste
Yields his engrossments to the ending father.
Re-enter WARWICK.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd" me?
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next

room,

Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks, With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife fa-With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown?

This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,
That from this golden rigol hath divorc❜d
So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood;
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,-
[Putting it on his head.
Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's
whole strength

Into one giant arm, it shall not force
This lineal honour from me: This from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.
K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence!

Cla.

[Exit.

Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest.
Doth the king call!
War. What would your majesty? How fares
your grace?

K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my

lords?

Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege,

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thee.

Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.
Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours,
Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation :
Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thon hast whetted on thy stony heart,

Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? To stab at half an hour of my life.

let me see him :

He is not here.

War. This door is open; he is gone this way. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd.

K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow?

War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.

K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence:--go,
seek him out;

Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?

Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
[Exit WARWICK.
This part of his conjoins with my disease,
And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you

are!

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What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,
Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form,
Harry the fifth is crown'd ;-Up, vanity!
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum.
Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall double gild his treble guilt;10

4 i. e. circle; probably from the old Italian rigolo, a
small wheel.
5 Taking toll. 6 Accumulations

7 i. e. ended. It is still used in that sense in legal conveyances.

Si. e. confirmed my opinion.

9 Hour, anciently written hoer, is used sometimes as a dissyllable, as well by Shakspeare as others. 10 This playing upon words seems to have been highly admired in the age of Shakspeare

England shall 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 in every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, sick 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. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my
[Kneeling.

tears,

The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown;
And he that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending!'
Heaven witness with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your ma-
jesty,

How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die;
And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead
(And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,)
I spake unto the crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depending,
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold.
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Preserving life in medicine potable :2

But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head;

To try with it,-as with an enemy,
That had before my face murder'd my father,-
The quarrel of a true inheritor.

But if it did infect my blood with joy,

Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head!

And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

K. Hen. O my son!

Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,

That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel

That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my

son,

By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways, I met this crown; and I myself know well,

I The Variorum Shakspeare reads:

How troublesome it sat upon my head:
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand;
And I had many living, to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace:* all these bold fears,'
Thou see'st with peril I have answered:
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument; and now my death
Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd,"
Falls проп thee in a more fairer sort;

So thou the garland wear'st successively. 8
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green:
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy
friends,

Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displac'd: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land;
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds

With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne

out,

May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!19
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
P. Hen. My gracious liege,

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain, and right, must my possession be:
Which I, with more than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

Enter PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, WARWICK,
Lords, and others.

K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!

K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace

son John;

But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
My worldly business makes a period.-
Where is my lord of Warwick?

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'Let me no more from this obedience rise (Which my most true and inward duteous spirit Teacheth, this prostrate and exterior bending! Johnson and others have considered this passage as obscure in the construction; but it was only made so by their wrong pointing. The obvious sense is, 'Let me no more rise from this obeisance, which my most loyal and inwardly duteous spirit teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending.' Obeisance and obedience were for merly used indiscriminately the one for the other. Truth. is always used for loyalty.

2 It was long a prevailing opinion that a solution of gold had great medicinal virtues; and that the incorrupt. ibility of the metal might be communicated to the body impregnated with it. Potable gold was one of the panacea of ancient quacks.

3 Soil is stain, spot, blemish.

4 Supposed peace is imagined peace, counterfeit, not real.

5 Fears are objects of fear; terrors.
6 The mode is the state or form of things.

7 Purchas'd here signifies obtained by eager pursuit. It is from the French pourchas, and was sometimes so spelled when used to signify the obtaining of lands or

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honours by any other means than by title or descent. See Spelman's Glossary, in purchacia; and Minshew's Guide to the Tongues, in pour chas.

8 i. e. by order of succession. Johnson observes that every usurper snatches a claim of hereditary right as soon as he can.' So did Richard Cromwell in his first speech to parliament :- For my own part being, by the providence of God, and the disposition of the law, my father's successor, and bearing the place in the government that I do,' &c.-Harleian Miscellany, vol p. 21.

9 Mason proposes to read I cut some off, which seems indeed necessary. The sense would then be, Some I have cut off, and many I intended to lead to the Holy Land.'

10 This is a true picture of a mind divided between heaven and earth. He prays for the prosperity of guilt, while he deprecates its punishment.

11 At length he recovered his speech and understanding, and perceiving himselfe in a strange place, which he knew not, he willed to know if the chamber had anis particular name, whereunto answer was made, that it was called Jerusalem. Then said the king, Lauds be given to the Father of Heaven, for now I know that I shall die here in this chamber, according to the propheste,

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SCENE I. Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's
House. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BAR-
DOLPH, and Page.

Shal. By cock and pye,' sir, you shall not away to-night.- -What, Davy, I say!

Ful. 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!

Davy. Here, sir.

Enter DAVY.

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. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir: but yet, God forbid, sic, 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, this 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 wor ship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be counte

nanced.

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.

Sha!. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph:—and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page.] Come, Sir John. [Exit SHALLOW.

Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit'sstaves 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; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justicelike serving-man; their spirits are so married in conjunction with the parti cipation of society, that they flock together in consent, like so many wild geese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour his men, with the imputation of being near their master: if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no man could better command his servants. 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 Shal. He shall answer it :-Some pigeons, will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of keep Prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearmutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, telling-out of six fashions (which is four terms, or two William cook.

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.

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 sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair?

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actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. O, 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! 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 FALSTAFF. SCENE II. Westminster. A Room in the Palace. Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away?

Ch. Just. How doth the king?

as by cock and pie, by the mousefoot, and many such

of me declared, that I should depart this life in Jerusa-like.' lem.-Holinshed, p. 541.

2 Precepts are warrants. Davy has almost as many employments as Scrub in the Beaux Stratagem. 3 i. e. cast up, computed.

4 A friend in court is worth a penny in purse,' is one of Camden's proverbial sentences. See his Remaines, 4to. 1605.

5 Wilnecote or Wincot, is a village in Warwickshire, near Stratford. The old copies read Woncol

The late Dr. Vincent pointed out a remarkable coincidence in a passage of Anna Comnena (Alexias, lib. vi. p. 162, ed. Paris, 1658,) relating to the death of Robert Guiscard, king of Sicily, in a place called Jerusalem, at Cephalonia. In Lodge's Devils Conjured is a similar story of Pope Sylvester; but the Pope outwitted the Devil. And Fuller, in his Church History, b. v. p. 178, relates something of the same kind about Cardinal Wol6 This is no exaggerated picture of the course of jus sey, of whom it had been predicted that he should have tice in Shakspeare's time. Sir Nicholas Bacon, in a his end at Kingston. Which was thought to be fulfilled speech to parliament, 1559, says, 'Is it not a inonstrous by his dying in the custody of Sir William Kingston. disguising to have a justice a maintainer, acquitting 1 This adjuration, which seems to have been a pop-some for gain, enditing others for malice, bearing with ular substitute for profane swearing, eccurs in several him as his servant, overthrowing the other as his enemy.' old plays. By cock is supposed to be a corruption or D'Ewes, p. 34. He repeats the same words again in disguise of the name of God in favour of pious ears: 1571. Ib. 153. A member of the house of commons, but the addition of pie has not yet been satisfactorily in 1601, says, 'A justice of peace is a living creature, accounted for. It has been conjectured that it may be that for half a dozen chickens will dispense with a dezen only a ludicrous oath by the common sign of an ale- of penal statutes,' &c. house, The Cock and Magpie, or Cock and Pie, being a most ancient and favourite sign. It should appear from the following passage, in A Catechisme containing the Summe of Religion, by George Giffard, 1583, that it was not considered as a corruption of the sacred name. Men suppose that they do not offende when they do not sweare falsely, and because they will not take the name of God to abuse it, they sware by small things ;

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7 Consent is accord, agreement; a combination for any particular purpose. Baret renders 'sectu, a divers consente in sundry wilful opinions.'

8 i. e. admitted to their master's confidence.

9 There is something humorous in making a spend. thrift compute time by the operation of an action for debt. 10 i. e. a serious face.

War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad:

ended.

Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War.
He's walk'd the way of nature;
And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd 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. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm my-
self,

To welcome the condition of the time;
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

Enter PRINCE JOHn, Prince HumphREY, CLA-
RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others.

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.

But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
that Harry's dead; and so will I:
Bu Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.

Yet weep,

P. John, &c. We hope no other from your ma-
jesty.

King. You all look strangely on me ;-and you
most;
[To the Chief Justice,
You are,
I think, assur'd I love you not.
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
King. No!
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The immediate heir of England? Was this easy ??
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?

Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father;
The image of his power lay then in me:
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,

P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to The majesty and power of law and justice,

speak.

War. We do remember; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!

Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a
friend, indeed:

And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.
P. John. 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 Fal-
staff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in ho-

nour,

Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see, that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.-1
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.

Enter KING HENRY V.

Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your
majesty!

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.-
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear;
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath2 succeeds,

But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you;
Sorrow so royally in you appears,
That I will deeply put the fashion on,

1 A ragged and forestalled remission' is a remission or pardon obtained by beggarly supplication. Forestal ling is prevention. In a former scene the prince says to his father :

'But for my tears, &c.

I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke.' 2 Amurath IV. emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his second son, Amurath, who succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled at a feast, to which he invited them, while yet ignorant of their father's death. It is highly probable that Shakspeare alludes to this transaction. The play may have been written while the fact was still recent.

3 Was this easy? was this a light offence?

4 It has already been remarked that Sir William Gascoigne, the chief justice in this play, died in the reign of Henry IV.; and consequently this scene has

The image of the king whom I presented,
And struck 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 set your decrees at nought;
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 workings in a second body."
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son:
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
And then imagine me taking your part,
And, in your power, soft silencing your son.
After this cold considerance, 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 sovereignty.

King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this

well;

Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
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 shall I live to speak my father's words;
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
That dares do justice on my proper son:
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice.-You did commit me
For which, I do commit into your hand
The unstain'd sword that you have us'd to bear,
With this remembrance,-That you use the same
With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,

no foundation in fact. Shakspeare was misled by
Stowe, or probably was careless about the matter
While Gascoigne was at the bar, Henry of Bolingbroke
was his client, who appointed him his attorney to sue
out his livery in the Court of Wards: but Richard II.
defeated his purpose. When Bolingbroke became
Henry IV. he appointed Gascoigne chief justice. In
that station he acquired the character of a learned, up
right, wise, and intrepid judge. The story of his com
mitting the prince is told by Sir Thomas Elyot, in bus
book entitled The Governor; but Shakspeare followed
the Chronicles.

5 Treat with contempt your acts executed by a repre. sentative.

6 i. e. image to yourself that you have a son.

7 In your regal character and office.

8 Remembrance; that is admonition o warning

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