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And never live to show the incredulous world
And thus upbraided it :- The care on thee depending,
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold:
But thou, most fine, most honor'd, most renown'd,
Accusing it, I put it on my head;
To try with it, -as with an enemy,
That had before my face murder'd my father,—
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence,
Weight, which distinguishes the fineness of gold.
That thou mightst win the more thy father's love,
Come hither, Harry; sit thou by my bed;
Heaven knows, my son,
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
So thou the garland wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends,
i. e. not real.
Acquired by unjust methods. Purchase, in Shakspeare's time, frequently meant stolen goods.'-M. Mason.
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out:
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
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
K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
Where is my lord of Warwick?
It hath been prophesied to me many years,
Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land.
Glostershire. A hall in Shallow's house.
Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and page. Shal. By cock and pye,1 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 be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is
1 A popular adjuration.
no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, 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 1 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. 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
1 Justice's warrants.