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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.
K. Henry. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster,
Lan. Health, peace and happiness to my royal father!
K. Henry. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son

But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd trunk. Upon thy fight
My worldly business makes a period.
Where is my Lord of 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.


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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.
Fad. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.

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.

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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.

SCENE II. The Court in London.
Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice.
War. How now, my Lord Chief Justice, whither away?
Ch. Juft, How doth the King ?
War. Exceeding well : his cares are now all ended.
Ch. Juft. I hope not dead.
War. He's walk'd the



And to our purposes he lives no more.

Cb, Juft. 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.
Cb. Juff, I know he doth not, and do arm my felf


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To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideoully on me,
Than I have drawn it in my fantasie.
Enter Lord John 'of Lancaster, Gloucester and Clarence.

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 fail to spirits of vile fort!

Ch. Juft. Alas, I fear all will be overturn'd,
Lan. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
Glou. Clar. Good morrow, cousin.
Lan. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

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

Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Cb. Just. Peace be with us, left we be heavier !

Glou, O, good my Lord, you've lost a friend indeed,
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own.

Lan. Tho' 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 Falltaf fair,
Which swims against your stream of quality.

Cb. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remiffion.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the King my mafter that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the Prince.

SCENE III. Enter Prince Henry.
Ch. Juft. Heav'n save. your Majesty!
P. Henry. This new and gorgeous garment, Majesty,
Sits not so eafie on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear :
This is the English, not the Turkish Court,
Not Amuratb an Amuratb fucceeds,

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But Harry, Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you á
Sorrow so royally in you appears,
That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my heart. Why then be sad,
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint-burthen laid upon us all.
For me, by heav'n, 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 :
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so 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.

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
The great indignities you laid upon me ?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
Th’immediate heir of England! was this easie?
May this be wash'd in Letbe, and forgotten?

Cb. Juft. I then did use the person of your father ;
The image of his pow'r lay then in me:
And in th' administration of his law,
While I was busie for the common-wealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and pow'r of law and justice,
The image of the King whom I prefented;
And ftruck me in my very feat of judgment :
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold


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,



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