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Which I with more than with a common pain 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.
Enter Lord John of Lancaster and Warwick.
P. Henry. My Lord of Warwick !
K. Henry. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
War. 'Tis callid Jerusalem, my noble Lord.
K. Henry. Laud be to God! ev'n there my life must end, It hath been prophesy'd to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem : Which vainly I suppos': the Holy land. But bear me to that chamber, there I'll lye : In that Jerusalem Thall Harry die.
ACT V. SCENE 1.
Shallow's Seat in Glo'stershire. Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, Bardolph, Page
and Davy Sbal. Y cock and pye, Sir, you shall not away to-night.
What, Davy, I say.
Sbal. I will not excuse you : you shall not be excused, Excuses shall not be admitted: there is no excuse fhall serve: you shall not be excus’d. Why, Davy!
Davy. Here, Sir.
Sbal. Davy, Dary, Davy, let me see, Davy, let me see ; William Cook, bid him come hither, -Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.
Davy. Marry, Sir, thus : those precepts cannot be serv'd; and again, Sir, shall we fow the head-land with wheat ? VOL, V.
Sbal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William Cook ; are there no young Pidgeons ?
Davy. Yea, Sir.Here is now the Smith's note for Thooing, and plow-irons.
Sbal. Let it be cast and paid Sir John, you shall pot be excus'd.
Davy. 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 ?
Sbal. He shall answer it. Some Pidgeons, Davy, a couple of short-legg'd Hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws: tell William Cook.
Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, Sir ?
Sbal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well. A friend i'th! Court is better than a penny in the purse. Use his men well, Davy, for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
Davy. No worse than they are bitten, Sir; for they have marvellous foul linnen.
Sbal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.
Davy. I beseech you, Sir, to countenance William Visor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill.
Sbal. 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 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 serv'd your worship truly, Sir, these eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, Sir, therefore I beseech your worship let him be countenanc’d.
Shal. Go to, I say he hall have no wrong : look about, 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.
Sbal. I thank thee with all mine heart, kind master Bardolpb; and welcome, my tall fellow : [To the Page.] Come, Sir John.
[Exe, Shal. Sil. &c.
Fal, r'll follow you, good master Robert Sballow. Bardolpb, look to our horses. - If I were faw'd into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded - hermitesftaves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to see the semblable coherence of his mens fpirits and his : they by observing of him do bear themselves like foolish justices ; he by converfing with them is turn'd into a justicelike 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 Sballow, I would humoùr his men with the imputation of being near their master: If to his men, I would curry with master Sballow, 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 Sballow to keep Prince Henry in continual laughter the wearing out. of fix fashions, which is four terms or two actions, and he shall laugh without Intervallums. O, it is much that a lie with a Night oath and a jest with a fad 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 Sbal. "Sir John!
[Witbin. Fal. I come, master Sballow; I come, mafter Shallow.
Cb, Juft. I would his Majesty had call'd me with him.
War. Indeed I think the young King loves you not.
iu laid up..
To welcome the condition of the time,
War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry :
Ch. Juft. Alas, I fear all will be overturn'd,
War. We do remember ; but our argument
Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Glou, O, good my Lord, you've lost a friend indeed,
Lan. Tho' no man be assur'd what grace to find,
Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falltaf fair,
Cb. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
SCENE III. Enter Prince Henry.
But Harry, Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
P. Henry. You all look strangely on me; and you moft. You are, I think, allur’d I love you not. [To the Cb. Juft.
Ch. Juft. I am affur'd, if I be measur'ā rightly, Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
P. Henry. No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget
Cb. Juft. I then did use the person of your father ;