Enter Warwike, duke Humphrey, L. chiefe iuftice, Thomas Clarence, prince Iohn, Weftmerland.

War. How now, my lord chiefe iuftice, whither away?

luft. How doth the king?

War. Exceeding well, his cares are now all ended.
Juft. I hope not dead.

War. Hees walkt the way of nature,

And to our purposes he liues no more.

luft. I would his maiestie had calld me with him : The feruice that I truely did his life,

Hath left me open to all iniuries.

War. Indeede I thinke the yong king loues you not.
luft. I know he doth not, and do arme my felfe
To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me,

Than I haue drawne it in my fantafie.

Enter Iohn, Thomas, and Humphrey.

War. Heere come the heauy iffue of dead Harry : O that the liuing Harry had the temper

Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!"

How many nobles then should holde their places,
That must strike faile to fpirites of vile fort?
Iuft. O God, I feare all will be ouer-turnd.

John. Good morrow coofin Warwicke, good morrow.
Prin. Ambo. Good morrow coofin.

John. We meete like men that had forgot to fpeake.
War. We do remember, but our argument

Is all too heauy to admit much talke.

John. Well, peace be with him that hath made vs heauy.
Juft. Peace be with vs, left we be heauier.

Humph.

Humph. O good my lord, you hane loft a friend indeede, And I dare fweare you borrow not that face

Of feeming forrow, it is fure your owne.

John. Though no man be affurde what grace to finde, You ftand in coldest expectation,

I am the forier, would twere otherwise.

Cla. Well, you must now speake fir Iohn Falstaffe faire,
Which swimmes against your streame of quallitie.

Iuft. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honor,
Led by th'impartiall conduct of my foule.
And neuer shall you fee that I will begge
A ragged and forestald remiffion,

If truth and vpright innocencie faile me.
Ile to the king my maister that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.

Enter the prince and Blunt.

War. Here comes the prince.

Iuft. Good morrow, and God faue your maieftie.
Prince. This new and gorgeous garment maiefty
Sits not fo eafie on me, as you thinke:

Brothers, you mixt your fadneffe with fome feare,
This is the English, not the Turkish court,

Not Amurath an Amurath fucceedes,

But Harry Harry: yet be fad, good brothers,
For by my faith it very well becomes you:
Sorrow fo royally in you appeares,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And weare it in my heart: why then be fad,
But entertaine no more of it, good brothers,
Then a ioynt burden layd vpon vs all,
For me, by heauen (I bid you be affurde)
Ile be your father, and your brother too,
Let me but beare your loue, Ile beare your cares:

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Yet weepe that Harries dead, and fo will I,
But Harry liues, that shal conuert those teares
By number into howres of happinesse.

Bro. We hope no other wife from your maiefty.
Prince. You al looke ftrangely on me, and you most,
You are I thinke affurde I loue you not.

luft. I am assurde, if I be measurde rightly,
Your maiefty hath no iuft caufe to hate me.

Prince. No? how might a prince of my great hopes forget,
So great indignities you laid vpon me?

What, rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison,
Th'immediate heire of England? was this eafie?
May this be washt in lethy and forgotten?

luft. I then did vfe the perfon of your father,
The image of his power lay then in me,
And in th'adminiftration of his law,

Whiles I was bufie for the common wealth,
Your highnesse pleased to forget my place,
The maieftie and power of law and iustice,
The image of the king whom I prefented,
And strooke me in my very seate of iudgement,
Whereon, (as an offendor to your father,)
I gaue bold way to my authority,

And did commit you: if the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To haue a fonne fet your decrees at naught?
To plucke downe iuftice from your awful bench?
To trip the courfe of law, and blunt the fword,
That guards the peace and fafetie of your perfon?
Nay more, to fpurne at your most royall image,
And mocke your workings in a fecond body?
Question your royall thoughts, make the cafe yours,
Be now the father, and propofe a fonne,

Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd,

See

See your
moft dreadfull lawes fo loofely flighted,
Behold your felfe fo by a fonne difdained:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your power foft filencing your fonne,
After this cold confiderance fentence me,
And as you are a king fpeake in your state,
What I haue done that misbecame my place,

My perfon, or my lieges foueraigntie.

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Prince. You are right iuftice, and you weigh this well,
Therefore ftill beare the ballance and the fword,

And I do wish your honors may encrease,
Til you do liue to fee a fonne of mine.
Offend you, and obey you as I did! ...
So fhall I liue to speake my fathers words,
Happie am I that haue a man fo bold,
That dares do iuftice on my proper fonne
And not leffe happie, hauing fuch a fonne,
That would deliuer vp his greatnesse so,
Into the hands of iuftice you did commit me:
For which I do commit into your hand,
Th'vnstained fword that you haue vfde to beare,
With this remembrance, that you vfe the fame,
With the like bold, iuft, and impartial spirit,
As you haue 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 eare,
And I wil stoope and humble my intents,
To your well practizde wife directions.
And princes all, beleeue me I beseech you,
My father is gone wild into his graue:
7 For in his toomb lie my affections,
And with his fpirites fadly I furuiue,.
To mocke the expectation of the world,
To fruftrate prophecies, and to race out,

Rotten opinion, who hath writ me downe
After my seeming, the tide of bloud in me
Hath prowdely flowd in vanitie till now:
Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the sea,
Where it shall mingle with the state of Alouds,
And flow henceforth in formall maiestie.
Now call we our high court of parliament,
And let vs chufe fuch limbs of noble counfaile,
That the great bodie of our state may goe,
In equall ranke with the best gouernd nation,
That warre, or peace, or both at once, may be,
As things acquainted and familiar to vs,

In which you father fhall haue formoft hand :
Our coronation done, we wil accite,

(As I before remembred) all our state,

And (God configning to my good intents,)

No prince nor peere fhall haue iuft caufe to fay,
God fhorten Harries happy life one day.

Exit.

Enter fir Iohn, Shallow, Scilens, Dauy, Bardolfe, page. Shal. Nay you fhall fee my orchard, where, in an arbour we will eate a last yeeres pippen of mine owne graffing, with a difh of carrawaies and fo forth: come coofin Scilens, and then to bed.

Falft. Fore God you haue here goodly dwelling, and rich. Shal. Barraine, barraine, barraine, beggars all, beggars all fir Iohn, mary good ayre: fpread Dauy, fpread Dauy, well faide Dauy.

Fal. This Dauy ferues you for good vfes, hee is your feruing-man, and your husband.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet fir John by the mas I haue drunke too much facke at fupper: a good varlet: now fit downe, now fit downe, come cofin.

Stilens.