Shall flesh his Tooth in every Innocent.
O my poor Kingdom, fick with civil Blows,
When that my Čare could not with-hold thy Riots,
What wilt thou do, when Riot is thy Care?
O, thou wilt be a Wilderness again,

Peopled with Wolves, thy old Inhabitants.

P. Henry. O pardon me, my Liege, [Kneeling. But for my Tears,

The most Impediments unto my Speech,

I had fore-ftall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
E'er you, with Grief, had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it fo far. There is your Crown,
And he that wears the Crown immortally,
Long guard it yours; if I affect it more,
Than as your Honour, and as your Renown,
Let me no more from this Obedience rife,
Which my most true and inward dutious Spirit
Teacheth this proftrate and exterior bending.
Heav'n witnefs with me, when I here came in,
And found no courfe of breath within your Majefty,
How cold it ftruck my Heart. If I do feign,
O let me, in my prefent wildnefs, die,
And never live, to fhew th'incredulous World,
The noble change that I have purpofed.
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead almoft, my Liege, to think you were)
I fpake unto the Crown, as having fenfe,

And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending,
Hath fed upon the Body of my Father,

Therefore, thou beft of Gold art worft of Gold. Other, lefs fine in Carrat, is more precious,

Preferving life, in Med'cine potable:

But thou, most fine, moft honour'd, most renown'd, Haft eat the Bearer up.

Thus, my Royal Liege,

Accufing 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 infe&t my Blood with Joy,
Or fwell my Thoughts to any ftrain of Pride,

If any Rebel, or vain Spirit of mine,
Did, with the leaft Affection of a Welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let Heav'n for ever keep it from my Head,
And make me as the pooreft Vaffal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it.
K. Henry. O my Son!

Heav'n put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou might'ft join the more, thy Father's love,
Pleading fo wifely, in excufe of it.

Come hither Harry, fit thou by my Bed,
And hear, I think, the very latest Counsel
That ever I fhall breath. Heav'n knows, my Son,
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd-ways
I met this Crown; and I my felf know well
How troublesome it fate upon my Head.
To thee, it shall defcend with better Quiet,
Better Opinion, better Confirmation:
For all the Soil of the Atchievment goes
With me, into the Earth. It feem'd in me,
But as an Honour fnatch'd with boift'rous Hand,
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it, by their Affiftances,

Which daily grew to Quarrel, and to Blood-shed,
Wounding fuppofed Peace. All these bold Fears,
Thou feeft, with peril, I have answered:
For all my Reign hath been but as a Scene
Acting that Argument. And now my Death
Changes the Mode: For what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee, in a more fairer fort.

So thou the Gailand wear'ft fucceffively;

Yet, though thou ftand'ft more fure, than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, fince griefs are green:
And all thy Friends, which thou must make thy Friends,
Have but their Stings, and Teeth, newly taken out;
By whofe fell working, I was firft advanc'd,
And by whole Power, I well might lodge a Fear
To be again difplac'd. Which to avoid,
I cut them off, and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land;

Left

Left reft, and lying ftill, might make them look
Too near unto my State. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy Course to bufie giddy Minds

With Foreign Quarrels; that Action, hence born out,
May wafte the Memory of the former Days.
More would I, but my Lungs are wafted fo,
That ftrength of Speech is utterly deny'd me.
How I came by the Crown, O Heaven forgive:
And grant it may, with thee, in true peace live.
P. Henry. My gracious Liege:

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right muft my poffeffion be;
Which I, with more, than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the World, will rightfully maintain.
Enter Lord John of Lancaster and Warwick.

K. Henry. Look, lock,

Here comes my John of Lancaster:
Lan. Health, Peace and Happiness

To my Royal Father:

K. Henry. Thou bring'ft me Happiness, Son John,
But Health, alack, with youthful Wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd Trunk. Upon thy fight
My worldly Bufinefs 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 firft did fwoon? War. 'Tis call'd Jerufalem, my noble Lord. K. Henry. Laud be to Heav'n:

Even 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:
Ia that Jerufalem, fhall Harry die.

[Exeunt.

ACT

2

A CT V. SCENE I.

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

Shal.DY Cock and Pye you fhall not away to Night.
Shal. B What, Davy, I fay.

Fal. You must excufe me, Master Robert Shallow.

Shal. I will not excuse you: You shall not be excused. Excufes fhall not be admitted: There is no excufe shall ferve: You thall 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 shall not be excus'd.

Davy. Marry, Sir, thus: Those Precepts cannot be ferv'd; and again, Sir, fhall we fow the head-land with Wheat? Shal. With read Wheat, Davy. But, for William, Cook; are there no young Pidgeons?

Davy. Yea, Sir.

Here is now the Smith's Note for Shooing,
And Plough-Irons.

Shal. Let it be caft, and paid----Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.

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 Sack he loft the other day at Hinckley Fair?

Sbal. He fhall answer it.

Some Pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legg'd 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 ufe him well. A Friend i'th' Court is better than a Penny in Purfe. Ufe his Men well, Davy, for they

Knaves, and will back-bite.

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

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy buficefs, Davy.

Davy. I beseech you, Sir,

To countenance William Vifor of Woncot, against Clement Perkes of the Hill.

Shal. There are many Complaints, Davy, against that Visor, that Vifor is an arrant Knave, on my knowledge.

Davy. I grant yourWorship that he is a Knave, Sir; but yet, Heav'n forbid, Sir, but a Knave fhould have fome countenance at his Friends requeft. An honeft Man, Sir, is able to fpeak for himself, when a Knave is not. I have ferv'd your Worship truly, Sir, these 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 honeft Friend, Sir, therefore, I beseech your Worship, let him be countenanc'd.

Shal. Go too,

Ifay 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.

[To the Page.

Shal. I thank thee, with all my Heart, kind Mafter Bardolph, and welcome, my tall Fellow: Come, Sir John.

man.

Fal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our Horfes. If I were faw'd into Quantities, I thould make four dozen of fuch bearded Hermites Staves, as Master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to fee the femblable Coherence of his Mens Spiri's and his: They, by obferving of him, do bear themselves like foolish Juftices: He, by converfing with them, is turn'd into a Juftice-like ServingTheir Spirits are fo married in Conjunction with the Participation of Society, 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 SerAvants. It is certain, that either wife bearing or ignorant Car riage 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 fhall laugh with Intervallums.