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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 BARDOLPHI and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermits-staves? 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 them, is turned into a justice-like 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 master :8 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 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


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bearded hermit's-staves -] He had before called him the starved justice. His want of flesh is a standing jest.

near their master ;] i.e. admitted to their master's confidence.


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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.


Westminster. A Room in the Palace.

Enter WARWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice.
War. How now, my lord chief justice ? whither


? Ch. Just. How doth the king ? War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all

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 call'd me with

The service that I truly did his life,
Hath left me open to all injuries.
War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you

Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm my-


9 two actions,] There is something humorous in making a spendthrift compute time by the operation of an action for debt. fellow that never had the ache -] That is, a young

fellow, one whose disposition to merriment time and pain have not yet impaired.

To welcome the condition of the time;
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

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Enter Prince John, Prince HUMPHREY, CLARENCE,

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry;
O, 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

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 heavy! Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier ! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost à

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 forestall 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.

Enter King Henry V.
Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your

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;
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'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 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 ma

jesty. King. You all look strangely on me and you most;

[To the Chief Justice. You are, I think, assur’d I love you not. ,

Ch. Just. I am assur’d, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me..

not the Turkish court;] Not the court where the prince that mounts the throne puts his brothers to death.

of your

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?? May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? Ch. Just. I then did use the person

The image of his power lay then in me:
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
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 body.5
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;.
Be now the father, and propose a son :

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 your part,

3 w Was this easy?] That is, was this not grievous ? Shakspeare

in this sense elsewhere. JOHNSON. 4 To trip the course of law,] To defeat the process of justice; a metaphor taken from the act of tripping a runner.

s And mock your workings in a second body.] To treat with contempt your acts executed by a representative.

and propose a son : ] i. e. image to yourself a son, contrive for a moment to think you have one.

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