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excuses shall not be admitted ; there is no excuse 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 :2 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.

Davy. Doth 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-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.

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. I have served your worship truly, sir, this eight years ; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave

[!] The sterility of Justice Shallow's wit is admirably described, in thus making him, by one of th finest strokes of nature, so often vary his phrase, to express one and the same thing, and that the commonest. WARB.

[2] Precept is a justice's warrant. To the ffices which Falstaff gives Davy in the following scene, my be added that of justice's clerk. Davy has almost as many employments as Scrub in The Stratagem. JOHNS.

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 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. [Te the Page.] Come, sir John.

[Exeunt SHALLOW. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. -Bardolph, look to our horses. -[Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page.] If I were saw'd into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's-staves as master Shallow.3 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 turn’d into a justice-like serving-man: their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in consent, 4 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 :sif 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 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.


(3) He had before called him the starved justice. His want of flesh is a standing jest. JOHNS.

[4] That is, in union, in accord. MAL.
151 That is, admitted to their niaster's confidence. STEEV.

16 There is something bumorous in making a spendthrift compute time by the operation of an action of debt. JOHNS,

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.

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.

Ch.Just. I know he doth not : and do arm myself,
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 :
0, 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. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
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 our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.
P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us

Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier !

P.Hum. 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, 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, 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,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.

Enser King HENRY V.
C.Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty!

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Sits not so easy on me as you think.-
Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear;
This is the English, not the Turkish court ; 7
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,
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'a,
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 :--and you most ; You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. [To the C.Just.

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
The immediate heir of England ! Was this easy ? 8
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 common wealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,

(7) Not che court where the prince that mounts the throne puts his brothers to death, JOHNS.

[8] That is, Was this not grievous ? Shakspeare has easy in this sense elsewhere, JOHNS.

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 oody.
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 disdained ;
And then imagine me taking you 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 sovereignty.

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 bold,
That dares do justice on my proper son :
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness 80
Into the hands of justice. You did commit me :
For which, I do commit into your hand
The unstained sword that you have us'd to bear ;
With this remembrance, That you use the same
With a like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand;
You shall be as a father to my youth :
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear ;
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd, wise directions.-
And, princes all, believe me,

I beseech you; My father is gone wild into his grave,

30 VOL, Iv.

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