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Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold,
Others, less fine in carrat, is more precious,
Preserving life in ? med cine potable :
But thou, most fine, moft bonour'd, most renown'd,
Haft eat tby bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head;
To try with it,-as with an enemy,
That had before my face murder'd my father,
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or fwell my thoughts to any strain of pride ;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let heaven for ever keep it from my head!
And make me as the poorest vafsal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!

K. Henry. O my son!


it in thy mind, to take it hence,
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excufe of it.
Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son,
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
I met this crown ; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it sat upon my head :
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation ;
For all the soil of the archievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand;

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And I had many living, to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances s
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to blood-lhed,
Wounding supposed peace : all these bold fears,
Thou see'st, with peril I have answered:-
For all my reign hath been but as a scene

Acting that argument; and now my death
Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer fort,
So thou the garland wear'ft ' successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green ;
And all my friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working, I was first advanc'd,
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displac’d: which to avoid,
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out 'many to the Holy Land;
Left rest, and lying still, might make them look
Too near into my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly deny'd me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive !
grant it may

with thee in true peace live! P. Henry. My gracious liege,

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You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain, and right, must my possession be :
Which I, with more than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

Enter Lord John of Lancaster, Warwick, &c.
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 Aown
From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
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 call's Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. Henry. Laud be to God even there my life must

It hath been prophesyid to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem ;
Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land :-
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie ;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.


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Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page.
Sbato-j.By-cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-
night. - Whar, Davy, I say!
Fal. You must 'excuse me, master Robert Shallow.

Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd ; excuses shall not be admitted ; there is no excuse shall serve', you shall not be excus'd.--Why, Davy!

Enter Davy, Davy. Here, :Shal." Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee, Davy; let me see:-"yea, marry, William Cook, bid him come hither, :-Sir John you shall not be excus'd.

Davy. Marry, sir, thus ;--those 'precepts cannot be servd: änd, again, fir --Shall we fow the head-land with wheat ? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook ; Are there no young, pigeons ?

1 Davy. Yes, fir. Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, "and plough-irons.

Shal. Let it be cast, and paid :-fir John, you shall not be excus'd.

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Davy. Now, 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 fack he lost the other day at Henley fair ?

Shal. He shall answer it :-Some pigeons, 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, fir?

Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well, A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy, for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.

Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, fir s for they have marvellous foul linen.

Sbal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.

Davy. I beseech you, fir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Berkes of the hill.

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, fir: but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, fit, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have fery'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 a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, fir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanc'd.

Sbal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. Where are you, fir 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 my heart, kind master Bardolph :--and welcome, my tall fellow. [to the page.] Come, fir John. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bar


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