Which I with more than with a common pain 'Gainft all the world will rightfully maintain.

Enter Lord John of Lancaster and Warwick.
K. Henry. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.
Lan. Health, peace and happiness to my royal father!
K. Henry. Thou bring'ft me happiness and peace, fon
Jobn;

But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd trunk. Upon thy fight
My worldly business makes a period.
Where is my Lord of Warwick?

P. Henry. My Lord of Warwick!

K. Henry. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did fwoon? War. 'Tis call'd Jerufalem, my noble Lord.

K. Henry. Laud be to God! ev'n there my life muft end,
It hath been prophefy'd to me many years,
I fhould not die but in Jerufalem:
Which vainly I fuppos'd the Holy land.
But bear me to that chamber, there I'll lye:
In that Jerufalem fhall Harry die.

ACT V. SCENE I.
Shallow's Seat in Glo'fterfhire.

[Exeunt.

Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, Bardolph, Page and Davy.

Sbal. DY cock and pye, Sir, you fhall not away to-night.

B What, Davy, I lay.

Fal. You muft excufe me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excufe you: you fhall not be excufed. Excufes fhall not be admitted: there is no excufe fhall ferve: you shall not be excus'd. Why, Davy!

Davy. Here, Sir.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee, Davy, let me fee; William Cook, bid him come hither.- Sir John you fhall not be excus'd.

Davy. Marry, Sir, thus: thofe precepts cannot be ferv'd; and again, Sir, fhall we fow the head-land with

wheat?

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Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William Cook; are there no young Pidgeons?

Davy. Yea, Sir.Here is now the Smith's note for fhooing, and plow-irons.

Shal. Let it be caft and paid

not be excus'd.

Sir John, you fhall

Davy. Sir, a new link to the bucket muft needs be had. And, Sir, do you mean to ftop any of William's wages about the fack he loft the other day at Hinckley fair?

Shal. He fhall answer it. Some Pidgeons, Davy, a couple of fhort-legg'd Hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickfhaws: tell William Cook.

Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, Sir?

Shal. Yes, Davy. I will ufe him well. A friend i'th Court is better than a penny in the purfe. Ufe his men well, Davy, for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.

Davy. No worse than they are bitten, Sir; for they have marvellous foul linnen.

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy bufinefs, Davy. Dary. I befeech you, Sir, to countenance William Vifor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Vifor that Vifor 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 fhould have fome countenance at his friend's request. An honeft man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have ferv'd your worship truly, Sir, thefe eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honeft man, I have but very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honeft friend, Sir, therefore I beseech your worship let him be countenanc'd.

Shal. Go to, I fay he fhall have no wrong: look about, Davy. Where are you, Sir John? come, off with your boots. Give me your hand, mafter Bardolph.

Bard. I am glad to fee your worship.

Shal. I thank thee with all mine heart, kind mafter Bardolph; and welcome, my tall fellow: [To the Page.] Come, Sir John. [Exe. Shal, Sil..

Fal.

Fal. I'll follow you, good mafter Robert Shallow. Bar dolph, look to our horfes.If I were faw'd into quantities, I fhould make four dozen of fuch bearded-hermitesftaves as mafter Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to fee the femblable coherence of his mens fpirits and his: they by obferving of him do bear themselves like foolish juftices; he by converfing with them is turn'd into a justicelike ferving man. Their fpirits are fo married in conjunction, with the participation of fociety, that they flock together in confent like fo many wild Geefe. If I had a fuit to mafter Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of being near their mafter: If to his men, I would curry with mafter Shallow, that no man could better 'command his fervants. It is certain that either wife bearing or ignorant carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one of another: therefore let men take heed of their company. I will devife matter enough out of this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in continual laughter the wearing out of fix fashions, which is four terms or two actions, and he shall laugh without Intervallums. O, it is much that a lie with a flight oath and a jeft with a fad brow will do, with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders. O, you fhall fee him laugh, 'till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.

Sbal. Sir John!

[Within.

Fal. I come, mafter Shallow; I come, mafter Shallow.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Court in London. Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my Lord Chief Juftice, whither away? Ch. Juft. How doth the King? /

War. Exceeding well: his cares are now all ended.

Ch. Juft. I hope not dead.

War. He's walk'd the way of nature,

And to our purposes he lives no more.

Ch. Juft. I would his Majefty had call'd me with him.

The fervice that I truly did his life

Hath left me open to all injuries.

War. Indeed I think the young King loves you not.
Ch. Juft. I know he doth not, and do arm my felf
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To welcome the condition of the time,
Which cannot look more hideously on me,

Than I have drawn it in my fantafie.

Enter Lord John of Lancafter, Gloucester and Clarence.
War. Here come the heavy iffue of dead Harry:
O, that the living Harry had the temper

Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen:
How many Nobles then fhould hold their places,
That muft ftrike fail to fpirits of vile fort!
Ch. Juft. Alas, I fear all will be overturn'd.
Lan. Good morrow, coufin Warwick.
Glou, Clar. Good morrow, coufin.

Lan. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
War. We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!
Ch. Juft. Peace be with us, left we be heavier !

Glou, O, good my Lord, you've loft a friend indeed, And I dare fwear you borrow not that face

Of feeming forrow, it is fure your own.

Lan. Tho' no man be affur'd what grace to find, You ftand in coldest expectation.

I am the forrier: would 'twere otherwise.

Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair, Which fwims against your ftream of quality.

Cb. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by th' impartial conduct of my foul; And never fhall you fee that I will beg A ragged and foreftall'd remiffion. If truth and upright innocency fail me, I'll to the King my mafter that is dead, And tell him who hath fent me after him. War. Here comes the Prince.

SCENE III. Enter Prince Henry. Ch. Juft. Heav'n save. your Majefty!

P. Henry. This new and gorgeous garment, Majesty,
Sits not fo eafie on me as you think.

Brothers, you mix your fadnefs with fome fear:
This is the English, not the Turkish Court,
Not Amurath an Amurath fucceeds,

But

But Harry, Harry. Yet be fad, good brothers,
For, to fpeak truth, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow fo royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my heart. Why then be fad,
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint-burthen laid upon us all.
For me, by heav'n, I bid you be affur'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 fo will I.
But Harry lives that shall convert thofe tears
By number into hours of happiness.

Lan. &c. We hope no other from your Majefty.
P. Henry. You all look ftrangely on me

and you moft. You are, I think, affur'd I love you not. [To the Ch. Juft. Ch. Juft. I am affur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,

Your Majefty hath no just cause to hate me.

P. Henry. No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget The great indignities you laid upon me?

What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prifon
Th' immediate heir of England! was this eafie?
May this be wash'd in Letbe, and forgotten?

Cb. Juft. I then did use the person of your father;
The image of his pow'r lay then in me:
And in th' adminiftration of his law,
While I was bufie for the common-wealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and pow'r of law and juftice,
The image of the King whom I prefented;
And ftruck me in my very feat 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 fon fet your decrees at nought:
To pluck down juftice from your awful bench:
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and fafety of your person:
Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image,

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