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K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. War. Less noise, less noise.
Enter PRINCE HENRY.
West. Health to my sovereign! and new happiness 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 unsheathed, 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.
K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
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 earl 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.
K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news make me sick?
Will fortune never come with both hands full,
War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well. Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these
pangs; The incessant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do observe
Jnfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature:
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between : And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, Say, it did so, a little time before
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
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; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper musick to my weary spirit.
War. Call for the musick in the other room.
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 keep'st 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, which stirs not : Did he suspire, that light and weightless down Perforce must move. – My gracious lord! my fa
ther! 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,
P. Humph. He came not through the chamber |
To stab at half an hour of my life.
War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum'
K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence : — seek him out.
Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
My sleep my death?
Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
This part of his conjoins with my disease,
How quickly nature falls into revolt,
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Their bones with industry,
For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with
P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold.
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,
To try with it, as with an enemy,
That had before my face murder'd my father,
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Now, where is he that will not stay so long
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
Re-enter PRINCE HENRY.
[Exeunt CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY,
P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again.
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not,
K. Hen. O my son !
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. What, Davy, I say! Fal. 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!
Enter DAVY. Davy. Here, sir.
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 head-land with wheat?
Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook ; Are there no young pigeons?
Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons. Shal. Let it be cast, and paid: shall not be excused. Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must
Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds
P. Hen. My gracious liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's | 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?
Shal. He shall answer it: Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.
Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir: but, yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should sir John, you 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 worship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced. 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.
Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph: —and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page.] Come, sir John. [Erit 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's-staves 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 justice-like serving-man; their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation 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 will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions, (which is four terms or two 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. [Erit FALSTAFF.
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
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 Amurath succeeds,
But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers,
P. John, &c. We hope no cther from your majesty.
How might a prince of my great hopes forget
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father;
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well;
Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword :
The unstained sword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remembrance, That you use the same
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;
Our coronation done, we will accite,
Shall. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, sir John : — marry, good air. Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; Well said, Davy.
Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman.
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, sir John. By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper: Now A good varlet. sit down, now sit down: come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a-we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, [Singing.
And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart! Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. Davy. Sweet sir, sit; [seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.] I'll be with you anon :— most sweet sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit: 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 ; little soldier there, be merry.
- and my
Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all; [Singing. For women are shrews, both short and tall; 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,
And welcome merry skrove-tide.
Be merry, be merry, &c.
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.
Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once,
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. [Setting them before BARDOLPH.
Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,
And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry; -now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fai. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief; [to the Page.] and