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By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
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!
[John; K. Hen. Thou bringést me happiness and peace, son But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, My wordly business makes a period.Where is my lord of Warwick? P. Hen.
My lord of Warwick! K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodgings where I first did swoon?
War. "Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my life must It hath been prophesied to me many years, [end. I should not die but in Jerusalem; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land:But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
SCENE 1. GLOUCESTERSHIRE. A Hall in SHALLOW's House. Enter Shallow, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page.
Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away tonight. -What, Davy, I say! Fal. You inost excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excure shall serve; you shall not be excused.-Why, Davy!
Enter Davy. Davy. Here, sir.
Shal. Davy, Davy, 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
-Are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, sir.. Here is now the smith's nole, 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 Williain'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.
Davy. Dolh the man of war stay all night, sir?
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-bitlen, şir; for they have marvellous foul linen.
Šhal. 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.
Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a kuave, sir : but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have soine countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I 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, 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 :-and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page] Come, sir John.
[Exit Shallow. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert 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-slaves 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 thein, is turned into a justicelike 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 inaster: 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 iguorant 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 fashions (which is four terms, or two actions), and he shall laugh without intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie with a slight oath, and a jest with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.
Shal. [Within] Sir John!
Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow.
(Exit Falstaff: SCENE II. WestMINSTER. A Room in the Palace.
Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away? Ch. Just. How doth the king? War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
He's walk'd the way of nature; And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had calld 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 yon not.
Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myself,
RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others.
Ch. Just Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
War. We do remember; but our argument
[heavy! P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath inade us Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!
P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, And I dare swear, you borrow not that face [indeed : Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.
P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find, You stand in coldest expectation: I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise.
Cla. Well, you must now speak şir John Falstaff fair; Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; And never shall you see, that I will beg A ragged and forestallid remission.-If truth and upright innocency fail me,