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P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, ll 'To be again displac'd : which to avoid,
To lead out many to the Holy Land;
Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action, bence borne cut, Than as your honour, and as your renown,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; 0, let me in my present wildness die;
Then plain, and right, must my possession be: And never live to show the incredulous world Which I, with more than with a common pain, The noble change that I have purposed !
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Warwick, Lerdi (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,)
and others. I spake unto the crown, as having sense, And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending,
K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Law
caster! Hath fed upon the body of my father ; Therefore, thou, best of gold art worst of gold:
P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my ropa!
father! Other less fine in carat, is more precious, Preserving life in medcine potable :
K. Hen. Thou bringést me happiness, and peace, But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renoron'd,
son John; Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Accusing it, I put it on my head;
From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight To try with it, -as with an enemy,
My worldly business makes a periode That had before my face murder'd my father,
Where is my lord of Warwick ? The quarrel of a true inheritor.
P. Hen. My lord of Warwick! But if it did infect my blood with joy,
K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride ;
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
War. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord. Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
K. Hen. Laud be to God !--even there my life must
end. Give entertainment to the might of it, Let God forever keep it from my head!
It hath been prophesied to me many years, And make me as the poorest vassal is,
I should not die but in Jerusalem; That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land :K. Hen. O my son!
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence,
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Escut That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
ACT V. And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, SCENE I.-Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's Hesa. By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page. I met this crown; and I myself know well, How troublesome it sat upon my head:
Shallow. To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
BY cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. Better opinion, better confirmation;
-What, Davy, I say! For all the soil of the achievement goes
Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Sballo. With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be exer But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand;
ed; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no escase And I had many living, to upbraid
shall serve ; you shall not be excused.-Why, Dary! My gain of it by their assistances ;
Enter Davy. Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed,
Dady. Here, sir. Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears, Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, Davy; let me Thou see'st, with peril I have answered :
see :-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come highes For all my reign hath been but as a scene
-Sir John, you shall not be excused. Acting that argument; and now my death
Davy. Marry, sir, thus ;-those precepts cannot be Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd, served: and, again, sir,-Shall we sow thie headlard Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort ;
with wheat ? So thou the garland wear'st successively.
Shal. With red wheat, Dary. But for William Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, cook ;- Are there no young pigeons? Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green ; Davy. Yes, sir.Here is now the smith's sote, fe And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends, | shoeing, and plough-irons. Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; Shal. Let it be cast, and paid ;-sir John, you shall By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
not be excused. Amd by whose power I well might lodge a fear Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must Deeds
be had :-And, sir, do you mean to stop any of Wil C. Just. How doth the king?
C. Just. I hope, not dead.
He's walk'd the way of nature; a couple of short-legged hens ; a joint of mutton ; and And, to our purposes, he lives no more. any pretty little tiny kiekshaws, tell William cook. C. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me with him:
Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? The service that I truly did his life,
Shal. Yes, Dary. I will use him well; A friend i' Hath left me open to all injuries. the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men
War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not. well
, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will back C. Just. I know he doth not: and do arm myself, bite
To welcome the condition of the time; Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir; for Which cannot look more hideously upon me they have marvellous foul linen.
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Enter Prince John, Prince Humphrey, Clarence, Davy.
Westmoreland, and others. Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William
War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry: Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill.
O, that the living Harry had the temper
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort! Deey. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir :
C. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd. but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick. countenance at his friend's request. An honest man,
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin. sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak. I have served your worship truly, sir, tbis eight years ;
War. We do remember; but our argument and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a
Is all too heavy to admit much talk. knare against an honest man, I have but a very little
P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest
us heavy! friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him
C. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! be countenanced.
P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, Shal. Go to; I say, be shall have no wrong. Look
indeed : about, Davy. (Exit Davy.) Where are you, sir John ? Come, off with your boots.-Give me your hand, mas
And I dare swear, you borrow not that face ter Bardolph.
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own. Bard. I am glad to see your worship.
P. John. Though no map be assur'd what grace to
find, Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise. Fol. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow.
Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff
fair; Bardolph, look to our horses.--[Exeunt Bardolph
Which swims against your stream of quality. and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should
C. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour. make four dozen of such bearded hermits-staves as
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul ; master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the
And never shall you see, that I will beg semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish jus- || If truth and upright innocency fail me,
A ragged and forestall'd remission.tices; be, by conversing with them, is turn'd into a
191 to the king my master that is dead, justice-like serving-man: their spirits are so married
And tell him who hath sent me after him. in conjunction with the participation of society, that
War. Here comes the prince. they flock together in consent, like so many wild geese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour his
Enter King Henry V. MED, with the imputation of being near their master: C. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your maif to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that
jesty! to man could better command his servants. It is cer
King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, tain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is
Sits not so easy on me as you think, caught, as men take diseases, one of another: there | Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear ; fore, let men take heed of their company. I will de- || This is the English, not the Turkish court; vise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, Harry in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six
But Harry, Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers, fashions (which is four terms, or two actions,) and he || For, to-speak truth, it very well becomes you: shall laugh without intervallums. O, it is much, that
Sorrow so royally in you appears, a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow,
That I will deeply put the fashion on, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his
And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad : slonkers ! O, you shall see him laugh till his face be
But entertain no more of it, good brothers, like a wet cloak ill laid up.
Than a joint burden laid upon us all. Shal. [Within.] Sir John !
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assurd, Feb I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shal
I'll be your father and your brother too; low.
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. SCENE IL-Westminster. A Room in the Palace. | Yet weep, that Harry's dead ; and so will I:
Enter Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice. But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, Ter. How now, my lord chief justice? wlujther away? || By number, into bours of happiness,
P. John. c. We hope no other from your majesty. || Now doth it turn, and cbb back to the sea ;
Where it shall mingle with the state of foxis,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great boly of our state may go How might a prince of my great hopes forget
In equal rank with the best governd nation; So great indignities you laid upon me?
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
As things acquainted and familiar to us ;The immediate heir of England ! Was this casy?
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand. May this be washid in Lethe, and forgotten?
[To the Lord Chief Justice C. Just. I then did nise the person of your father;
-Our coronation done, we will aceite, The image of his power lay then in me:
As I before remember'd, all our state ; And, in the administration of his law,
And (God consigning to my good intents) Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say.Your highness pleased to forget my place,
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. (Exekut, The majesty and power of law and justice, The image of the king when I presented,
SCENE III.-Glestershire. The garden of Sballos And struck me in my very seat of judgement;
House. Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, Whereon, as an offender to your father,
the Page, and Davy. I gave bald way to my authority,
Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where in an And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
graffing, with a dish of cartaways, and so forth ;-com, To have a son set your decrees at nought;
cousin Silence and then to bed. To pluck down justice from your awful bench; Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword and a rich. Thut guards the peace and safety of your person : Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, begyntes Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image, all, sir John ;-marry, good air.-Spread, Davy; spread, And mock your workings in a second body.
Davy; well said, Davy. Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours ;
Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses : he is your Be no! the father, and propose a son :
servingman, and your husbandman. Hear your owa dignity so much profand,
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good far See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, let, sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much Behold yourself so by a son disdained;
sack at supper:- good varlet. Now sit down), Bor And then roagine me taking you part,
sit down :-come, cousin. An in your power, silencing your son:
Sil. Ab, sirrah! quoth-a, -We shall (Singin After this cold considerance, sentence me;
Do nothing but eat, and make good cherr, And, as you are a king, speak in your state, And praise heuren for the merry year ; What I have done, that misbecame my place,
When fiesh is cheap and females dear, My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
And lusty lads roam here and there ; King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this
So merrily, well;
And ever among so merrily. Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword: Fal. There's a merry heart! Good master Silence, And I do wish your honours may increase,
I'll give you a health for that anon. Till you do live to see a son of mive
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy. Offend you, and obey you, as I did.
Davy. Sweet sir, sit ; [Seating Bard. and the Page So shall I live to speak my father's worls ;
another table.] I'll be with you anon ;-most sweets, Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
sit.- Master Page, good master Page, sit : Prufae ! That dares da justice on my proper son:
What you want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you And not less happy, having such a son,
must bear; the heart's all. That would deliver up his greatness 30
Shal. Be merry, master Bartolph ;-and my little into the hands of justice.-You did commit me:
soldier there, be merry. For which, I do commit into your hand
Sil. (Singing.] Be merrysbe merry, my wife's as el; The unstained sword that you have usd to bear;
For women are shrews, both short and tall : With this remembrance, That you use the same
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, With a like vold, just, and impartial spirit,
And welcome merry Shrove-tide. As you have done 'gainst me. There is my liand;
Be merry, be merry, L. You shall be as a father to my youth:
Fol. I did not think, master Silence had been a man My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear;
of this mettle. And I will stoop and humble my intents
Sil. Who 1? I have been merty twice and once, era To your well-practis'd, wire directions. And, princes all, believe me, I brseeeh you ;
Re enter Davy. My father is gone wild into his grase,
Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. For in his tomb lie my aflections ;
[Setting them before Bardolph And with his spirit sadly I survive,
Shal. Dars, To mock the expectation of the worl;
Dary. Your worship-I'll be with you straight.To frustrate prophecies ; aud to raze out
[T. Barl.] A cup of wine, sir? Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
Sil. [Singing.] A cup of wine, that's brisk and fire, After my se ming. The ride of blood in me
And drink unto the leman mine ; Hath proudl; iluwd in vanity, till now:
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Pist. A foutra for thine office !
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
The bragging Spaniard.
Fnl. What! is the old king dead? Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest Pist. As nail in door : the things I speak are just. any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Wel Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.-Master come, my little tiny thief'; [To the Page.] and wel. Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt in the come, indeed, too. I'll drink to master Barlolph, and land, 'tis thine.- Pistol, I will double-charge thee with to all the cavaleroes about London,
dignities. Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bard. O joyful day !-I would not take a knightBard. An I might see you there, Davy
hood for my fortune. Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Pist. What? I do bring good news ? Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ?
Fal. Carry master Silence to bed.-Master Shallow, Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.
my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's Shal. I thank thee :-The knave will stick by thee, || steward. Get on thy boots ; we'll ride all night, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred. sweet Pistol :-Away, Bardolph. [Exit Bard.]-Come, Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise some Shal, Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing : be thing to do thyself good.-Boot, boot, master Shallow; merry--[Knocking heard.] Look, who's at door there: || I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take Ho! who knocks?
[Exit Davy. I any man's horses ; the laws of England are at my comFal. Why, now you have done me right.
mandment. Happy are they which have been my (To Silence, who drinks a bumper. I friends ; and woe to my lord chief justice ! Sil. (Singing.) Do me right,
Pist. Let vulture's vile seize on luis lungs also!
Where is the life that late I led, say they ;
Why, here it is ; welcome these pleasant days. [Exe.
SCENE IV.-London. A Street. Enter Beadles, Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do some dragging in Hostess Quickly, and Doll Tear-Sheet. what Re-enter Davy.
llost. No, thou artant knave; I would I might die, Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol
that I might have the hanged; thou hast drawn my
shoulder out of joint. come from the court with news.
1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to Fal. From the court, let him come in.
me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I Enter Pistol.
warrant her: There hath been a man or two lately How now, Pistol ?
killed about her. Pist. God save you, Sir John !
Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on ; I'll Fal. What wiod blew you hither, Pistol ?
tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.
child I now go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men
badst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain. in the realm.
Host. O the Lord, that sir Johd were come! he would Sil. Byår lady, I think 'a be, but goodman Puff of
make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God, Barson
the fruit of her womb miscarry ! Pist. Puff?
1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cushions Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base !
again ; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
you both go with me; for the man is dead, that you And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
and Pistol beat among you. And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer ! And golden times, and happy news of price.
I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you bluePal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a man of this
bottle rogue ! you filthy famished correctioner! if you
be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles. Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base!
1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come. I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news ?
Well; of sufferance comes ease. Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Do.. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice. Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. [Sings.
Host. Ay; come, you starved blood-hound. Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ?
Dol. Goodman death! goodman bones! And shall good news be baffled?
Host. Thou atomy thou ! Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
Dol. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding.
i Bead. Very well.
[Exeunt. Pist. Why then, lament therefore. Shal. Give me pardon, sir.-Il, sir, you come with
SCENE V.--A public Place near Westoninster Abbey. news from the court, I take it, there is but two ways;
Enter two Grooms, strewing Rushes. either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, sir, Tinder the king, in some authority.
1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes. Pist. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, or die. 2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. Shal. Under king Harry.
1 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from Pirt. Harry the Fourth ? or Fifth?
the coidnation : Despatch, despatch. Slul. Harry the Fonrth.
Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Pistol, Bardolph, and the Page. Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life, I will allow you ; Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon
That lack of means enforce you not to evil: him, as 'a comes by; and do but mark the counte.
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strength, and qualities, nance that he will give me.
Give you advancement.-Be it your charge, my lord, Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me.-0, if I
To see perform'd che tenor of our work
[E.zeunt King, and his Traino had had time to have made new liveries, I would have
Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. [T.
Shal. Ay, marry, sir John ; which I beseech you to Shallow.) But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth bet.
let me have home with me. ter: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.
Fal. That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not Shal. It doth so.
you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him: Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection.
look you, he must seem thus to the world. Fear not Shal. It doth so.
your advancement; I will be the man yet, that shall Fal. My devotion.
make you great. Shal. It doth, it doth, it doth.
Shal. I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your Fal, As it were, to ride day and night ; and not to
doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to
good sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand. shift me. Shal. It is most certain.
Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word; this, that Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating || you heard, was but a colour.
Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, sir John. with desire to see him: thinking of nothing else; put
Fal. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner.-Come, ting all affairs else in oblivion; as if there were noth
lieutenant Pistol ;-come, Bardolph:-I shall be sent ing else to be done, but to see him.
for soon at night. Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil ese: "Tis all in every part.
Roenter Prince John, the Chief Justice, Officeri, te Shal. 'Tis so, indeed.
C. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the Fleet; Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,
Take all his company along with him. And make thee rage.
Fal. My lord, my lordThy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thoughts,
C. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you soon.Is in base durance, and contagious prison;
Take them away. Haul'd thither
Pist. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta By most mechanical and dirty hand :
[Exeunt Fal. Shal. Pist. Bard. Page, and Officers Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's
P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's ; snake,
He hath intent, his wonted followers For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Shall all be very well provided for; Fal. I will deliver her.
But all are banish'd, till their conversations [Shouts within, and the trumpets sound.
Appear more wise and modest to the world. Pist. There roard the sea, and trumpet-clangor C. Just. And so they are. sounds.
P. John. The king hath call'd his parliament, my Enter the King and his Train, the Chief Justice among
C. Just. He hath.
P.John. I will lay odds,-that, ere this year espire, Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my royal Hal!
We bear our civil swords, and native fire, Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal
As far as France: I heard a bird so sing, imp of fame!
Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the king. Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy!
Come, will you hence?
(Eseunti King. My lord chief justice, speak to that vain man. C. Just. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis
SPOKEN BY A DANCER.
First, my fear; then, my court'sy; last, my speech So surfeit-swell d, so old, and so profane ;
My fear is, your displeasure; my court'sy, my duty; But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for Make less thy boly, hence, and more tliy grace; a good speech now, you undo me: for what I have to Leave gormandizing; know, the grave doth gape say, is of mine own making; and, what indeed, I should For thee thrice wider than for other men :
say, will, I doubt, prove mine own marting. But to Reply not to me with a fool-born jest ;
the purpose, and so to the venture.-Be it known to Presume not, that I am the thing I was:
you (as it is very well) I was lately here in the end of For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive, a displeasing play, to pray your patience for it, and to That I have turn'd away my former self;
promise you a better. I did mean, indeed, to pay for So will I those that kept me company.
with this ; which, if, like an ill venture, it come with When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
luckily home, I break; and you, my gentle creditor, Approach me; and thou shalt be as thou wast, lose. Here, I promised you, I would be, and here I The tutor and the feeder of my riots :
commit my body to your mercies: bate me some, and Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
I will pay you some, and, as most debtors do, promise As I have done the rest of my misleaders,–