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p, John. Well, peace be with tilui that hath

made us heavy I C'A. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be Ilea

vier I

P. Humph. O good my .ord, you have lost a friend Indeed; And I dare swear, you borrow not that face Of teeming sorrow , it is, sure, your own. p. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to And, You stand in coldest expectation: I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise. Via. Well, vou must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair; Which swims against our stream of quality. Ch. Just, Sweet princes, what l did, I did in honour,

U *1 by the impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you s< e, that I will beg
A lagged aud forestall'd remission.—
If Irutli and upright iuuocency fail me,
I'M to the king my master that is dead.
Ami tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.

Enter King Hekbt V.

OA. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty I

A inc. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,

Sits not so easy on me as you think.—
Bribers, you mix your sadness with some
fear;

ThH 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;
Sou.'W so royalty in you appears,
Th.il 1 will deeply put the fashion on,
An-1 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.
Foi me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Lei me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep, that Harry's dead ; and t-o will I:
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears.
By uumber, Into hours of happiness.
P. John, .sr. We hope no other from your
majesty.

King. You all look strangely on me :—and you most: [To the Ch. Justice.

You Ate, I think, assur'd I love you not. Vh Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,

Yom majesty hath no just cause to hate ine.

King. No I Hon might a prince of my great hopes forget So great indignities you laid upon me? What 1 rate, rebuke, aud roughly send to prison The in,mediate heir of England f Was this easy? Hay Ulis be wash'd in Lethe, aud forgotten I

Ch. Just. 1 then did use the persou of your
father;

The image uf his power lay then In me:
And, in the administration of his law.
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Youi highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law aud justice,
The image of the king whom I presented.
And sti nek me in my very seat of judgment:
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave tiold way to my authority,
Aud did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be yon roulcjited, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought;
To pltirk down justice from your awful heuch;
To trip the course of law, aud blunt the sword
That gu.irds the peace and safety of your per-
son;

Nay, nu ie; to spurn at your most royal image,

• EMMMf of rtie Tnrki, died In 1MW; hit *o» mho tmcewiitl liiui i,.,j a|| hit brother* ttrauftJcd.

And mock your workings in a second body
Question your royal thoughts, make the r.tv
He now the father, and propose a son; (jour's .
Hear your owu dignity so much profan'd.
See your most dreadful laws so loosely sligated,
Behold yourself so by a sou disdained;
Aud then imagine me lakiug your part,
Aud, in your power, soft silencing your son:
After this cold consideranee, sentence me .
And, as you are a king, speak in your state, t
What I have done that misbecame my place.
My persou, or my liege s sovereignty.
King. You are right, justice, aud 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 sou 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 sont
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice.—You did commit
tne:

For which, I do commit into your hand [bear;
The unstained sword that you have u»'d to
With this remembrance,—That you use the
same

With the 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: [ear: My voice snail sound as you do prompt mine And I will stoop aud humble my iuteuts

To your well-practis'd wise directions.

And, princes all, believe me, 1 beseech yuu ;—
My father is gone wild into his grave.
For in his tomb lie my affections;
And witb his spirit sadly 1 survive.
To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies ; and to raze out
Rotteu opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in tire
Hath proudly flow'd iu vanity, till now:
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the slate of floods
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament:
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel.
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best-goveru'd imiiou
That war, or peace, or both at ouce, may be

As thing acquainted and familiar to us;

In tWhicb you, father, shall have foremost hand.— [To the L>ord Cu. JviTica. Our coronation done, we will accite. As 1 before remember'd, all our state: Aud (God consigning lo my good intents,) No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,—

Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

[Exeunt*

SCENE III.—Glostershire.—The Garden of Shallow's house.

Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, BahDolph, the Page, and Divr. Sltal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own grading, with a dish of carraways, aud so furth ;—come, cuusiu Sileuce and then to bed.

Fat. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shot. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all. Sir John:—marry, good air.— Spread, Davy ; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.

fiat. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, aud your husbandman. Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very

• Treat with contempt your artf executed l>> a Kj.1** ■entama.

1 t Iu your rcjal character aud office.

good varlet, Sir John.—By the mass, J have

drunk too much sack at supper: a goot

varlet. Now sit dowu, now sit down:—come cousin.

Sit. Ah, sirrah t quoth-a,—we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
[Singing

And praise heaven for the merry year ,
When flesh is cheap, and females dear.
And lusty tads roam here and there,
So merrily,
And ever among so merrily.
Fat. There's a merry heart!—Good master
Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon
Shut. Give master Bardolph some wine,
Davy.

Davy. Sweet Sir, sit; [Seating Bardolph and the Page at another table.] I'll be with

you Moot—most sweet Sir, sit. Master

Page, good master Page, sit: proface !• What yon want In meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear; The heart's all. [Edit.

Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;—and my little soldier there, be merry.

Sil. Be merry, be merry, wy wife's as all; t [Singing.

For women are shrews, both short and tail: *Tis merry in halt, when beards wag alt,

And welcome merry shrove-tide. Be merry, be merry, 4cSal. I did not think master Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who I I I have been merry twice and

Re-enter Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats \ for

Davy you.

[Setting them before Bardolph. Shal. Davy,—

Davy. Your worship T—I'll be with you straight. [To Bard.]—A cup of wine. Sir!

Sit. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,

And drink unto the leman ) mine;

[Singing. And a merry heart lives long-a.

Fat. Well said, master Silence.

Sil. And we shall be merry ;— now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fat. Health and long life to you, master Silence.

Sit. Fill the cup, and let it come;

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshr thy heart.—Welcome, my little Uny thief; [To the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too.—I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about Londou.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.

Bard. An 1 might see you there Davy,—

.Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Baidolph J

Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. 1 thank thee i—The knave will stick by thee, 1 can assure thee that: be will not out; he is true bred.

Bard. Aud I'll stick by bim, Sir.

Siml. Why, there spoke a kiug. Lack nothing: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there; Ho I who knocks?

[Exit Davy.

Fal. Why, now yon have done me right.

[To Silkncb, who drinks a bumper, Sit. Do me right, [Singing And dub me knight:^ Samingo If

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Re-enter Davy.

Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. Fat. From the court, let bim come in.—

Enter Pistol.

Fal. How now, Pistol f

Pist. God save you, Sir John!

Fal. What wind blew you hither. Pistol f

Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.—Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men In the realm.

Sit. By'r lady, 1 think 'a be; but good man Puff of Barton.

Pist. PuffT

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base I—
Sir John, I am tby Pistol, and thy friend.
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys.
And golden times, aud happy news of price.

Fat, I pr'ytbee now, deliver them like a man of this world.

Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldliugs base 1

I speak of Africa, and golden joys.
Fat. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy
news?

Let king Copbetua know the truth thereof.
Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

Pist.

[Sings.

Shall dunghill curs confront the Heli-
cons t

And shall good news be baffled?
Then, Pistol, lay tby head in Furies' lap-
Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your

breeding. Pist. Why then, lament therefore. Shal. Give me pardon. Sir:—If, Sir, yon come with news from the court, I take it, there is but two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, Sir, under the kiug, in some author it v. Pist. Under which king, Bezouiau 1 speak,

or die.
Shut. Under king Harry.
Pist, Harry the fourth I or fifth t
Shal. Harry the fourth.
Pist. A foutra for thine office !—
John, ttiv tender lambkin now is king;

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Harry the Hub's the man. I speak the truth:
When Pistol lies, do this ; and tig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
Fal. What! is the old king dead?
Pist. As nail in door : The things I speak,
are Jut.

Fat. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.— Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou wilt In the laud, 'tis thine.—Pistol, I wilt double-charge thee with dignities.

Bard. O joyful day I—I wonld not take a knighthood fur my fortune. Pist. Wbatf 1 do bring good news? lal. Carry master Silence to bed.—Master Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, l am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night:—O sweet Pistol;—Away, Bardolph. [hiit. Bard.]—Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something, to do thyself good.—Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the youug king Is sick for me. Ltt us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice 1 Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lung* also 1

Where is the life that late I led, say they:
Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days.

[Exeunt,

SCENE IF.—London.—A Street.

Fitter Bej Dles, dragging in Hostess Quickly,
and Doll Tear-sheet.
Host. No,thou arrant knave: I would I might
die, that I might have thee banged : thou bast
drawn my shoulder out of joiut.

1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her.

Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, * you lie. Come; on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripevtsaged rascal; an the child ! now go with, do miscarry, thou hadst better tbouhadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

Host. O the Lord that Sir John were come; be would make this a bloody day to somebody. But 1 pray God the fruit of ber womb miscarry I 1 Bead. If it do, y«u shall have a dozen of cushions t again; you have hut eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead, that you and Pistol beat among you. *

Dot. I'll tell thee what, tbou thin man In a censer 1 I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue If you filthy famished correctioner I if you be not swinged, I'll forswear halt tilths.

I Bead. Come, come, yon she knight-errant, come.

Host. O that right should thus overcome might 1 Well; of sufferance comes ease.

Dol. Come, you rogue, come; briug me to a
Justice.

Host. Ay ; come, you starved blood-hound.
Dol. Goodman death 1 goodman bones 1
Host. Tbou atomy, tbou t
Dol. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal1
1 Bead. Very well. {Exeunt.

SCEtVS V.—A public Place near Westminster Abbey.

Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.

1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes.

2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice
1 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come

from the coronation: Despatch, despatch.

[Exeunt Grooms

Enter Fai,Staff. Shallow, Pistol, Bar

Dolph, and the Pack. Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him, as'a comes by; and do but mark the countenance thfct he will give me. Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me.— O if I had had time to have made new liveries, 1 would have bestowed the thousand pound I bor rowed of you. [To Shallow.] But 'tis uo mat ter; tbia poor show doth better: this doth Infer the zeal I had to sec him. Shal. It doth so. Fal. It shows my earnestness of affection. Shal. It doth so. Fal. My devotion. Shal. It doth, itdnth, it doth. Fal. As It were, to ride day and night; and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me. Shal. It is most certain. Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweatiug with desire to sec him: thinkins of nothing else; putting all affairs else in oblivion as if there were nothing else to be done, but to see him.

Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est: l it all in every part.

• A term of reproach for a raU-bpoll.

♦ To counterfeit pregnancy.

uallr wore a blue liver*

Shal. Tis so, Indeed.

Pist. My knight, 1 will luftame thy noble liver.
And make tbee rage.

Thy Doll, and Helen of thy noble thought*,
Is in base durance, and contagious prison;
Haul'd thither

By most mechanical and dirty hand:
Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell

Alecto's snake,
For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth.
Fal. I will deliver her.

[Shouts within, and the Trumpets t
Pist. There roar'd the
clangor sounds.

Enter the King and his Train, the Chief
Justice among them,
Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my royal
Hal I

Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most
royal imp * of fame I
Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy I
King. My lord chief justice, speak to that
vain man.

Ch. Just. Have you your witsT know you

what 'tis you speak 7 Fal. My king I my Jove I I speak to thee, my heart I

King. I know thee, not, old man: Fall to thy
prayers;

How HI white hairs become a fool and Jester I
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;
But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormaudizing; know, the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men s—
Reply not to me witb a fool-born Jest;
Presume not that 1 am the thing 1 was:
For heaven doth know, so shall the world per-
ceive,

I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost bear I am as I have been,
Approach me ; and thou shalt be as thou wast.
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee » on pain of death.
As I have done the rest of my misleadersfl
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competeuce of life, I will allow you,

ror competence oi mc, i wm tuiui* j«u,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil;
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will,—according to your strength, and quali-

ties, [lord.
Give you advancement.—Be It your charge, my
To see perforin'd the tenor of our word.
Set on. [Exeunt Kino, and his Train.

Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand
pound.

Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Fat. That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this : I shall be sent for in private to him : look you, he must seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancement; 1 will be the man yet, that shall make you great.

S/ial. I cannot perceive bow; unless you five me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand.

I'al. Sir, I will be as good as my word ; this that you heard, was but a colour.

Shal. A colour, I fear, that yon will die in,
Sir John.

Fal. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner.
Come, lieutenant Pistol ;—come, Bardolph :—I
shall be sent for soon at night.
Re-enter Prince John, the Chief Justice,
Officers, $c.
Ch. Just. Go, carry Sir John Falstaff to the
Fleet;

Take all his company along with him.

* Child.

t This fart ia recorded at length by Ilolliuahad.

Pal. My lord, my lord,

(Just. 1 cannot now speak: I will bear yon Take them away. [soon. Pitt. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta.

[Exeunt Fal. Shal. Pist. Babd. Paul, and Officers. P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's:

He bath intent, bis wonted followers
Sball all be very well provided for;
But all are baiilsh'd, till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.

Ch. Just. And so they are.

P. John. Tbe king bath call'd bis parliament, my lord.

Ch. Just. He bath.

P. John. I will lay odds, that, ere this year expire,

We bear our civil swords, and native fire.
As far as France: I heard a bird so sing,
Whose music, to my thinking, pleas'd the king.
Come, will you hence f [Exeunt,

EPILOGUE

Spoken By A Danckb

First, my feat-; then, my conrt'sy; last, my speech. My fear is, your displeasure; my court'sy, my duty; and my speech, to beg your pardons. If you look for a good speech now, you undo me : for what I have to say is of mine own making; aud what, indeed, I should say.

will, [ doubt, prove mine own marring. But to tbe purpose, and so to tbe venture.—Be it known to you, (as It is very well,) I was lately here in tbe end of a displeasing play, to pray your patience for it, and to promise you a better. I did mean, indeed, to pay you with tbis: which, if, like an ill venture, it come nnlucklly home, I break, and you, my gentle creditors, lose. Here, I promised you, I would be, and here I commit my body to your mercies: bate me some, and I will pay you some, and, as moat debtors do, promise you infinitely.

If my tongue caunot entreat ybii to acquit me, will you command me to use my legs % aud yet that were but light payment,—to dance out of your debt. But a good conscience will make any possible satisfaction, and so will I. All tbe gentlewomen here have forgiven me; If tbe gentlemen will not, tbeu the gentlemen do not agree with the gentlewomen, which was never seen before in such an assembly.

One word more, I beseech you. If you he not too much cloyed with fat meat, our humble author will continue the story, with Sir John in it, and make yon merry with fair Katharine of France: where, for any thing I know, Falstaff shaP. die of a sweat, unless already be be killed with your bard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not tbe man. My tongue is weary; when my legs are too, I will bid yon good night: and so kneel down before you j— but. Indeed, to pray for the queen. *

* Most of tbe ancient interlude* conclude with a pnrer for the King or Queen. Hence, porhap*, th« Vivant Rum tt /farina, at the bottom of ©■- modern play Willi.

KING HENRY V.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE transaction* computed tr :bb historical play commence about the loiter end of the first, and terminate in the eighth, year <>l King Henry's reign t or with tho marriage between him end Katharine, priucess of Francs which reconciled the difference! of the two crowna. It waa written in the year 1MB, at the time when Eliza bcth's forces in Ireland were commanded by the Earl of Essex. Shakspeerc, who had shewn the boundtej foibles and dissipation of Henry, whilst ■ priuce, was under the necessity of pourt raying the dignity aa lustre of his character ■ a monarch. In this, with one exception (the scene of his courtship) he has fully succeeded. The old woman's account of FalstafTs death is admirably written : (t is simply pathetic, and naturally circumstantial ■ every reader must regret bidding adieu to the facetious old knight, whose jokes eo invariably produced a smile. Of Pinto), Dr Johnson says, " hi* character has perhaps been the model of ail the Lallies that bare yet appeared on the English stage."

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The Scene, at the beginning of the play, lies in England; but afterwards wholly in France.

Enter Chorus.
Oh 1 for a inuse of fire, * that would ascend
The brightest heaven of Invention T
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarch* to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himtclf,
Assume the port of Mars; and, at his heels,
Leash'tl In tike hounds, should fauiiue, sword,
and fire.

Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles
all.

The flat unraised spirit that hath dar'd
On ibi i unworthy .scaffold to bring forth
So jrreat an object: Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of Frnuce; or may we cram
Within this wooden O, t the very casques,
That did affright the air at Agiucourt?
O pardon t since a crooked figure may

* Alluding to the Peripatetic system i which imagines * * < r 11 heavens one above another , the luit and highest tt which -nan one of fire,

t An allusion to the circular form ol the theatre.

Attest, in tittle place, a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt.
On your imaginary forces * work:
Suppose, within the girdle of these walls
Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies,
Whose high up-reared and abutting fronts
The perilous, narrow ocean parts asunder.
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide one man,
And make imaginary puissance:
Think, when we talk of horses, that you see thrm
Printing their proud hoofs i'the receiving earth:
For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our
kings.

Carry them here and there : jumping o'er times |
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour glass; For the which supply,
Admit me chorus to this history;
Who, prologue-like, your humble patience rray,
Geutly to bear, kindly to judge, our play.

• rowers of faruf.

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