But Harry lives that shall convert those tears, P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty. 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. Jus. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Jlow might a prince of my great hopes forget What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison Ch. Jus. I then did use the person of your father; And did commit you. If the deed were ill, King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; Therefore, still bear the balance and the sword: So shall I live to speak my father's words:- Into the hands of justice.-You did commit me: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;- SCENE III.-Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's House. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Page, and DAVY. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard; where iu an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so forth.Come, cousin Silence; and then to bed. Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling and a rich. Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John: marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy; well said, Davy. 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, And praise Heaven for the merry year: 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 Shrovetide. 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 Sil. And we shall be merry: now comes in the sweet of the night. Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence! Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome. If thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart!-Welcome, my little tiny thief [to the Page], and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together.— Ba! will you not, Master Bardolph ? Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot. Shal. 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. Lack nothing; he merry. [Knocking heard]. Look who's at door there. Ho! who knocks? [Exit DAVY. [Exeunt. 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 miscarry I Sil. Is't so? why then say an old man can do some. what. Re-enter DAVY. 1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge come from the court with news. Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base! Fal. I pr'ythee, now, deliver them like a man of this world. Pist. A foutra for the world and worldlings base. I speak of Africa and golden joys. [Sings. Fal. O, base Assyrian knight! what is thy news? Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. Pist, Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ? And shall good news be baffled ? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. Pist. Why, then, lament, therefore. Shal. Give me pardou, 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. Harry the Fourth or Fifth. Shal. Harry the Fourth. Pist. A foutra for thine office! Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king: Harry the Fifth's the man! I speak the truth; When Pistol lies, do this: and fig me, like The bragging Spaniard. 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. , sweet Pistol! Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.] 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 woe to my Lord Chief Justice! Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also! SCENE IV.-London. A Street. [Exeunt. 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. 1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me, and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her; there hath been a man or two lately killed about her. Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on: I'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! you both go with me; for the man is dead that you and Pistol beat among you. Doll. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer! I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you bluebottle rogue! you filthy famished correctioner: if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles. 1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come. Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well, of sufferance comes ease. Doll. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. Host. Ay, come, you starved blood-hound. Doll. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! [Exeunt. Fal. Stand here by me, Master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him as 'a comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give me. Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you [to SHALLOW]. But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better; this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. Shal. It doth so. Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection. Fal. My devotion. Shal. It doth, it doth, it doth. Fal. As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me. Shal. It is most certain, Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him; thinking of nothing else; putting all affairs else in oblivion; as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him, Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all in every part. Shal. 'Tis so, indeed. Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver, Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, By most mechanical and dirty hand. For Doll is in; Pistol speaks naught but truth. [Shouts within, and the trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangour sounds. Enter the KING and his train, the CHIEF JUSTICE among them. Fal. God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame! Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy! King. My Lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man. I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, For Heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive, Set on. [Exeunt KING and his Train. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John: which I beseech you to let me have home with me. Fal. That can hardly be, Master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him look you, he must seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancement: I will be the man yet that shall make you great. : Shal I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand. Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you heard was but a colour. Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, Sir John. Fal. Fear no colours: go with me to dinner.Come, Lieutenant Pistol: come, Bardolph; I shall be sent for soon to-night. Re-enter PRINCE JOHN, the CHIEF JUSTICE, P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's t He hath intent his wonted followers Shall all be very well provided for; But all are banish'd till their conversations P. John. The king hath call'd his Parliament, my lord. Ch. Jus. He hath. P. John. I will lay odds that ere this year expire, We bear our civil swords and native fire As far as France. I heard a bird so sing, EPILOGUE. Spoken by a Dancer. First, my fear; then, my courtesy; last, my speech. My fear is your displeasure: my court'sy, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good speech now, you undo me; for what I have to say is of mine own making; and what, indeed, I should say will, I doubt, prove mine own marring. But to the purpose, and so to the venture :-Be it known to you (as it is very well), I was lately here in the end of a displeasing play, to pray your patience for it, and to promise you a better. I did mean, indeed, to pay you with this; which, if like an ill venture, it come unluckily home, I break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here I promised you I would be, and here I commit my body to your mercies: bate me some, and I will pay you some, and, as most debtors do, promise you infinitely. If my tongue cannot entreat you to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs? And yet that were but light payment-to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All the gentlewomen here have forgiven me; if the gentlemen will not, then the gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an assembly. One word more, I beseech you. If you be not too much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katharine of France; where, for any Ch. Jus. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless alTake all his company along with him. Fal. My lord, my lord Ch. Jus. I cannot now speak; I will hear you ready he be killed with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not the man. My tongue is weary when my legs are, too, I will bid you good night: and so kneel down before you, but indeed, to pray for the queen. KING HENRY V. LEWIS, the Dauphin. DUKES OF BURGUNDY, ORLEANS, and BOURBON. RAMBURES and GRANDPREE, French lords. MONTJOY, a French herald. Ambassadors to the King of England. ISABEL, Queen of France. KATHARINE, daughter of Charles and Isabel. Lords, Ladies, Officers, French and English Soldiers, The SCENE, at the beginning of the play, lies in England; but afterwards wholly in France. Enter Chorus. O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, And let us, ciphers to this great account, Think, when we talk of horses, that ye see them Who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray, Cant. My lord, I'll tell you,-that self bill is urg'd, Which, in the eleventh year of the last king's reign, Was like, and had, indeed, against us pass'd, But that the scambling and unquiet time Did push it out of further question. Ely. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now? A thousand pounds by the year. Thus runs the bill. "Twould drink the cup and all. And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him; To envelop and contain celestial spirits. With such a heady current, scouring faults; You would say,-it hath been all in all his study; The Gordian knot ofit he will unloose, His companies, unletter'd rude, and shallow; Any retirement, any sequestration Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle: And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best, Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation Cant. It must be so: for miracles are ceas'd; Ely. But, my good lord, How now for mitigation of this bill Urg'd by the commous? Doth his majesty Incline to it or no? Cant. He seems indifferent, Or, rather, swaying more upon our part, And, in regard of causes now in hand, Ely. How did this offer seem receiv'd, my lord P Ely. What was the impediment that broke this off? Cant. The French ambassador, upon that instant, Crav'd audience; and the hour I think is come To give him hearing. Is it four o'clock ? Ely. It is. Cant. Then go we in to know his embassy Which I could, with a ready guess declare, Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. Ely. I wait upon you; and I long to hear it. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the same. Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, WARWICK, WESTMORELAND, and Attendants. K. Hen. Where is my gracious lord of Canterbury? Exe. Not here in presence. K. Hen. Send for him, good uncle. West. Shall we call in the ambassador, my liege? K. Hen. Not yet, my cousin; we would be resolv'd, Before we hear him, of some things of weight, That task our thoughts, concerning us and France. Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and the BISHOP OF ELY. Cant. God and his angels guard your sacred throne, And make you long become it! K. Hen. Sure, we thank you. My learned lord, we pray you to proceed, And justly and religiously unfold, Why the law Salique, that they have in France, Or should, or should not, bar us in our claim. And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, Or nicely charge your understanding soul With open titles miscreate, whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth; For God doth know how many, now in health, Shall drop their blood in approbation Of what your reverence shall incite us to: Therefore take heed how you impawn our person, How you awake the sleeping sword of war. We charge you in the name of God, take heed: 'Gainst him whose wrongs give edge unto the swords And we will hear, note, and believe in heart, Cant. Then hear me, gracious sovereign,—and you, peers, That owe your lives, your faith, and services, Where Charles the Great, having subdued the Saxons, Eight hundred five. Besides their writers say, Of Blithild, which was daughter to King Clothair, To Lewis the emperor, and Lewis the son Of Charles the Great. Also King Lewis the Tenth, Could not keep quiet in his conscience, Daughter of Charles, the aforesaid Duke of Lorain: By the which marriage, the line of Charles the Great So that, as clear as is the summer's sun, K. Hen. May I with right and conscience make this claim ? Cant. The sin upon my head, dread sovereign! For in the book of Numbers is it writ,- Go, my dread lord, to your great grandsire's tomb, Oh! noble English, that could entertain With half their forces the full pride of France; Ely. Awake remembrance of these valiant dead, Exe. Your brother kings and monarchs of the earth Do all expect that you shall rotise yourself, As did the former lions of your blood. West. They know your grace. hath cause, and might; and means, So hath your highness: never king of England Cant. O, let their bodies follow, my dear liege, With blood, and sword, and fire to win your right: In aid whereof, we of the spirituality Will raise your highness such a mighty sum, Bring in to any of your ancestors. K. Hen. We must not only arm to invade the But lay down our proportions to defend Cant. They of those marches, gracious sovereign, Shall be a wall sufficient to defend Our inland from the pilfering borderers. K. Hen. We do not mean the coursing snatchers only, But fear the main intendment of the Scot, Hath shook, and trembled at the ill neighbourhood. Cant. She hath been then more fear'd than harm'd, my liege; For hear her but exampled by herself.- The King of Scots; whom she did send to France, Exe. It follows, then, the cat must stay at home; Cant. True; therefore doth heaven divide Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home |