This deep in sound indeed; this is a sleep,
That from us guiden my nath disce
So many English Tay die, from
Is tears, and teary sorrows of the blood;
Which nature, love, and final tenderness,
Bual, dear later, pay thee plenteously:
My que, from thee, the imperial crown;
Wuch, as mediase from tay place and blood,
Dermes tell to me. Lo, nere i sos-

[Patting on his head. Which heaven shall quaed: And put the work's

whole streng

Into me giant arm, it shall not force
The heal honour from me: Thus from thee
Will I to mane leave, as his left to me.

K. Hen. Warwick: Gloster: Clarence!

Re-enter Warwick, and the rest.

Ko-mier Prince Henry

La, where he comes-Come hither to me, Harry?
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

I

Eze. Clarence Prince Hungry, Lords, &c. P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. L. Ha. Try wish was father, Harry, to that thought:

stay too long by thee. I weary thee.
Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair,

That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine bonours
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish rouch!

Thou seek's the greatness that will overwhelm thee.
Stay but a little for my cloud of dignity
Is feld from falling with so weak a wind,
That it will quickly drop: my day is d
Thou hast stofn that, which, after some few hours,
Doth the king call? Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Wer. What would your majesty? How fares Thou hast seal'd up my expectation :
your grace?
K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my And thou wilt have me die assured of i
lords?

Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege,
Who undertook to sit and watch by you
K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he?
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

here.

it

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!

How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her object!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

Thy life dad manifest, thou lov'dst me not,

Thou hadst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.
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 baim, 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 rumian, 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;
England shall give him office, honour, might:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd license plucks

Have broke their sleep with thoughts their brains The muzzle off restraint, and the wild dog

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, tolling 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
Yield 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 demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife

(1) Circle. (2) Taking toll. (3) Accumulations.

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
tears,
[Kneeling.

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 majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die;

(6) Purchase, in Shakspeare, frequently means (1) Quality. stolen goods. (3) Spot, dirt. (4) Frights. (5) State of things. (7) Warrants. (8) Accounted up.

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and as. They, y observing am, to Jear (nem- You stand in reidest expectation : ie, convermag with I im he former, would, "were there. them, is turned to a #alice-1.362 serving-man. Cla. Weil, you must now speak se Icon Frustad

fair

Which swims 1gainst your stream of vunište
Ch. Just. Sweet rinces, what I td, 1 d

honour,

their igirita tre ko married n for ibetion wit Se
participation oil society, nat hey lock together a
consent, uke to many wid reese. if I had a suit
to master Malow, i would inmour 'is men, Wila
the moutation of "eing near near master: on Led by the martial conduct of ar u.
men, i would curry with Basler Janów, that no Ånd never SOU fon see, mat i v jeg
man could better command as servana. It is cer- A macged and fresta..'t remission.—
tain, 'hat either wise hearts, or ignorant carriage, If truth and spricht anocence Li me,
la cauzní, 18 men taire diseases, one of arotber : ["l to the ang my master "hat ́s dead.
therefore, let men take heed of their company. I and tell am who hath sent ne viler him.
wil devise matter enough out of this 3rulow, toi
keep prince Harry in continual sughter, he wear-i
mg-out of ni ízesłona, (which is four terms, or two,
actions, and le shall sugh without interaliums.,
O, it is muen, that a lie, with a slight oath, and 1
jest, with a sad brow, will do win a fellow that
never had the ache in his shouiders! (), you shau
see him taugn, il me face be ike a wet cloak ill
laid up.

Shal Within.] Sir John!

War. Here comes the prince.

Enter King Henry V.

Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your

majesty

King. This new and gorgeous carment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me is on think—
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear,
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath in Amurath' succeeds,

Fri. I come, master Shallow; I come, master But Harry, Harry: Yes be sad, good brothers, Shailow.

SCENE II-Westminster. A room in the palace.
Enter Warwick, and the Lord Chief Justice.
Wer. How now, my lord chief justice? whither
RWAY?

Ch. Junt. How doth the king?

For, to speak truth, it very weil becomes you,
Sorrow so rovaiiv in vou appears.
That I will deeply put the Cranion on.
And wear is m my Gear". Why then, be sad :
But entertain no more cỉ it, good brothers,
Than a joint curden laid upon as ail.
For me, hy heaven, I bid you be issur'd,
I'll be your father and your brocher too;

War. Exceeding weil; his cares are now all Let me but hear your love, I'll bear your cares.

ended.

Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so wil I : But Harry lives, that shall convert thuse tears, He's walked the way of nature; By number, into hours of happiness.

Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War.

And, to our purposes, ne uves no more.

(1) A serious face.

(3) Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his, (2) Full of wrinkles. who succeeded him, had all his brothers stranged.

P. John, &c. We hope no other from your ma- To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
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.
King. No!

How might a prince of my great hopes forget
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,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
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.2
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 unstained sword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remembrance,-That you use the same
With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand:
You shall be as a father to my youth:
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd, wise directions.-

And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;-
My father is gone wild into his grave,

For in his tomb lie my affections;

And with his spirit sadly I survive,

To mock the expectation of the world;

Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament:
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best-govern'd nation;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us;-
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.-
(To the Lord Chief Justice.

Our coronation done, we will accite,'
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (God consigning to my good intents,)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,-
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exe.

SCENE III-Glostershire. The garden of Shal-
low's house. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Siler.ce,
Bardolph, the Page, and Davy.

Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth; -come, cousin Silence ;-and then to bed.

and a rich.
Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling,

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beg-
Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.
gars all, sir John:-marry, good air.-Spread,

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:--A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down:-come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah!, quoth-a,-we shall

Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

[Singing,

And praise heaven for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrily,

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 ;-and my little soldier there, be merry.

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 shrove-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,

ere now.

Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come ;

Pist. Why then, lament therefore.

Shal, Give me pardon, sir;-If, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it, there is but two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, sir, under the king, in some authority. Pist. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, or die. Shal. Under king Harry.

Pist.

Harry the fourth? or fifth?

Shal. Harry the fourth.
Pist.

A foutra for thine office!

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, and will not call, beshrew thy heart. Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page.] Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth: and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to master When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London. The bragging Spaniard. Divy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Birl. An I might see you there, Davy.

Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ?

Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle-pot.

Shat. I thank thee:-The knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred.

Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir. Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Laek nothing: be merry. Knocking heard. Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks ? [Frit Davy Fal. Why, now you have done me right. [To Silence, who drinks a bumper. Sil. [Singing.] Do me right, And dub me knight

Is't not so?

Samingo.

Fil. 'Tis so.

Fal. What! is the old king dead?

Pist. As nail in door: The things I speak are just. Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.-Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.-Pistol, I will double-charge thee with dignities.

Bard. O joyful day!-I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.

Pist. What? I do bring good news?

Fal. Carry master Silence to bed.-Master Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night:-0, sweet Pistol:-Away, Bardolph. [Erit Bardolph.]-Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something, to do thyself good.Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and

Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do wo to my lord chief justice! some what.

Pist. God save you, sir John!

Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! Where is the life that late I led ? say they: Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-London. A street. Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly, and Doll Tearsheet.

Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

Ful. What wind blew you here, Pistol? Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to 1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of the to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, greatest men in the realm.

Sil. By'r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman of Barson.

Pist. Puff?

Puff

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!-
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of
this world.

Pist. A fontra for the world, and worldlings base!
I speak of Africa, and golden joys.

(1) Apples commonly called russetines.
(2) Sweetheart. (3) Gay fellows.

(4) He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the vening.

I warrant her: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her.

Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; P'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

Host. O the Lord, that sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb misearry!

1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, Icharge you both go with me; for the man is dead, that you and Pistol beat among you.

(5) It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays.

(6) A term of reproach for a catchpoll.
(7) To stuff her out to counterfeit pregnancy,