Let God for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my son,

[love,

My lord of Warwick!
K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
War. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
P. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my
life must end.

It hath been prophesied 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. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE 1.-Glostershire. A Hall in
Shallow's House.

God put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou might'st win the more thy father's
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. God 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 achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
But as an honour snatch'd with boist'rous
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace; all these bold fears,
Thou seest, 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 pur-be excused; excuses shall not be admitted:
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort; [chas'd,
So thou the garment wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I
could do,
[green;
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are
And all thy friends, which thou must make
thy friends,

[hand;

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,
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look
Too near unto 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 denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
P. Hen. My gracious liege,

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 Prince John of Lancaster, Warwick,
Lords, and others.

K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John
of Lancaster.

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father! [peace, son John; K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, My worldly business makes a period.

Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page. Shal. By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.-What, Davy, I say!

Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.

Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not

there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not
be excused.-Why, Davy!
Enter Davy.

Davy. Here, sir.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see, Davy;-let me see :-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be excused.

Davy. Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served and again, sir,-shall we sow the headland with wheat?

Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook :-are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, sir.-Here is, now, the smith's note for shoeing, and plough irons.

Shal. Let it be cast, and paid.-Sir John, you shall not be excused.

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 sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair?

Shal. He shall answer it.-Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. [sir?

Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, Shal. Yea, 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, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.

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

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy,

against that Visor: that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.

I

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. have served your worship truly, sir, this 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, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.

Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Exit Davy.] Where are you, Sir John? Come, come, come, off with your boots.--Give me your hand, Master Bardolph.

Bard. I am glad to see your worship.

Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph :-[To the Page.] and welcome, my tall fellow. Come, Sir John.

:

Ch. Just. How doth the king? [all ended.
War. Exceeding well; his cares are now
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.

War.

He's walk'd the way of nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.
Ch. Just. 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.
[myself,
Ch. Just. I know he doth not; and do arm
To welcome the condition of the time;
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

Enter Prince John, Prince Humphrey,
Clarence, Westmoreland, and others.
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 sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. Just. O God! I fear, all will be over-
turn'd!
[good morrow.

Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. [Exit Shallow.] Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his they, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like 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 Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of being near their master: if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, 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 Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continual laughter the wearing out of six passions, (which is four terms, or two Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; actions,) and he shall laugh without interval- And never shall you see that I will beg lams. O, it is much, that a lie with a slight A ragged and forestall'd remission. cath, and a jest with a sad brow, will do with If truth and upright innocency fail me, a fellow that never had the ache in his shouldets! O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up! Shal. [Within.] Sir John!

P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick,
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.
P. John. We meet like men that had forgot
to speak.

War. We do remember; but cur argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath
made us heavy!
[heavier !
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be
P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost
a friend, indeed.

And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow; it is sure your own.

P. John. Though no man be assur'd what
grace to find,

Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow.

[Exit. SCENE II.-Westminster. An Apartment in

the Palace.

Enter Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice! whither away?

You stand in coldest expectation :
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John
Falstaff fair;

Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did
in honour,

I'll to the king, my master, that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.
Enter King Henry V.
Ch. Just. Good morrow, and God save
your majesty !
[majesty,
King. This new and gorgeous garment,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
This is the English, not the Turkish court;
But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you:

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 burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, 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.

P. John, &c. We hope no other from your
majesty.

King. You all look strangely on me :-[To
the Chief Justice.] and you most :
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
[easy?
The immediate heir of England! Was this
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.
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 sov'reignty.

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 boid,
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 unstain'd, sword that you have used to
bear;
[same
With this remembrance,--that you use the
With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my
You shall be as a father to my youth: [hand.
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine
And I will stoop and humble my intents [ear;
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,
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
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 [To the Lord Chief Just-
ice.] shall have foremost hand.
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,
God shorten Harry's happy life one day.

SCENE III.-Glostershire.

Shallow's House.

[Exeunt.

The Garden of

Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, 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. 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 husband.

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.

Davy. [To Bardolph, and pointing to a
side-table.] Sweet sir, sit; I'll be with you
anon; most sweet sir, sit.-Master page, good
master page, sit. Proface! What you want | Pistol come from the court with news.
in meat, we'll have in drink: but you must
bear-the heart's all.

Davy. An't please your worship, there's one

Bard. O joyful day!-I would not take a SCENE V.-A public Place near Westminster 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.-O 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 unto my lord chief justice!

Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!

Abbey.

Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes. I Groom. More rushes, more rushes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. I Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation: despatch, despatch. [Exeunt Grooms. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and Page.

Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him, as he comes by; and do but mark the countenance he will give me. Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight! Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. "Where is the life that late I led?" say they :-[To Shallow.] O, if I had had time to have Why, here it is;-Welcome these pleasant made new liveries, I would have bestowed the days! [Exeunt. thousand pound I borrowed of you. But tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him. Shal. It doth so.

SCENE IV.-London. A Street.
Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess Quickly

and Doll Tear-sheet.

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

I 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.

Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripevisaged 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 would come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry.

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

Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer, I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue! you filthy famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.

I Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant,

Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection.
Shal. It doth so. 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.

(est: Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil 'Tis all in every part.

Shal 'Tis so, indeed.

Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble And make thee rage.

[liver,
Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
Is in base durance, and contagious prison;
Haul'd thither

By most mechanical and dirty hand :—
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell
Alecto's snake,

For Doll is in: Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal. will deliver her.

[Shouts within and trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpetclangor sounds.

Enter the King and his train, the Chief
Justice among them.

Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my

vain man.

royal Hal. [most royal imp of fame! Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy! King. My lord chief justice, speak to that [what 'tis you speak? Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! King. I know thee not, old man How ill white hairs become a fool,

[prayers: fall to thy and jester!