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CHAP. X.

DUKE AND JAQUES.

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Duke. WHY, how now, Monsieur, what a life is this,
That your poor friends must woo your company ?
What? you look merrily.
Jaq. A fool, a fool ;

-I met a fool i' th' forest,
A motley fool; a miserable varlet!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in grod terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
Good morrow, fool, quoth I; No, Sir, quoth he;
Call me not fool, till Heav'n hath sent me fortune;
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock :
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags.
"Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep contemplative:
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.

Duke. What fool is this?

Jaq. * O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier,
And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voy'ge, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observations, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke. Thou shalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only suit; Provided that you weed your better judginents Of all opinion, that grows rank in them, That I am wise. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whoin I please; for so fools have : And they that are most galled with my folly, They most must laugh. And why, Sir, must they so? The why is plain, as way to parish church; He whom a fool does very wisely hit Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Ev'n by the squand'ring glances of a fool. Invest me in my motley, give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Duke. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good ?

Duke. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin ;
For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
And all th' embossed sores and headed evils,
That thou with license of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst thou disgorge into the geu'ral world.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Till that the very very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I say the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ?
Who can come in and say, that I mean her;
When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ?
Or what is he of basest function,
That

says his brav'ry is not on my cost;
Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
His folly to the mettle of my speech?
There then; how ihen? what then? let me see wherein
My tongue has wrong'd him : if it do bim right,

Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why then my taxing, like a wild goose,

flies Unclaim'd of any man,

SHAKSPEARE.

CHAP. XI.

HENRY AND LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.

Ch. Just. I am assur’d, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to late nie.

P. Henry. No? might a prince of my great hopes forge! So great indignities you laid upon me? What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison Th’ 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 pow'r lay then in me:
And in th' administration of his law,
While I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and pow'r 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 pow 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 niore, to spurn at your most royal image,
And mock your working in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Bc now tłie 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;
Aud then imagine me taking your part,

And in your pow'r so silencing your son.
After this cold consid'rance 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 sov’reignty.
P. Henry. 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 lave a man so bold
That dares do justice on my proper son ;
And no less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver

up

his greatness so Into the hand of justice

-You committed me;
For which I do commit into your hand
The unstain'd sword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remembrance, that you use the same
With a 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 tonib lie my affections ;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectations of the world,
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. Though my tide of blood
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now ;
Now doth it turn and ebk unto 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

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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. .
Our coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remember'd) all our state,
And (Heav'n consigning to my good intents)
No prince, or peer, shall have just cause to say,
Heav'u shorten Harry's happy life one day.

SHAKSPEARE.

CHAP. XII.

ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY AND BISHOP OF ELY.

Cant. My lord, I'll tell you ; that self bill is urg'd,
Which, in the eleventh year o' thi' last king's reign,
Was like, and had indeed against us pass’d,
But that the scrambling and unquiet time
Did push it out of farther question.

Ely. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now?

Cant. It must be thought on. If it pass against us
We lose the better half of our possession :
For all the temp'ral lands, which men devout
By testament have given to the church,
Would they strip from us ; being valu'd thus ;
As much as would maintain to the king's honour
Full fifteen earls, and fifteen hundred knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires ;
And to relief of lazars and weak age
Of indigent faint souls, past corp'ral toil,
A hundred almshouses right well supplied';
And to the coffers of the king, beside,
A thousand pounds by th' year. Thus rins the bill.

Ely. This would drink deep.
Cant. "Twould drink the cup and all.
Ely. But what prevention?
Cant. The king is full of grace and fair regard.
Ely. And a true lover of the holy church.
Cant. The courses of his youth promis'd it not ;

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