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, ion John; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown P. Henry. My lord of Warwick. K. Henry. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. 'Tis call'd Jerufalem, my noble lord. K. Henry. Laud be to God! even there my life muft end. It hath been prophefy'd to me many years, Which vainly I fuppos'd the Holy Land. But bear me to that chamber, there I'll lye: [Exeunt. ACT ACT V. SCENE I. Shallow's Seat in Glo'ftershire. Falftaff, Bardolph, Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, BY and Page. SHALLOW. Y cock and pye, Sir, you fhall not away to night. Fal. You muft excufe me, mafter Robert Shallow. Shal. 5 I will not excufe you; you fhall not be excufed. Excufes fhall not be admitted: there is no excuse shall serve you fhall not be excus'd. Why, Davy! Davy. Here, Sir. Enter Davy. Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee, Davy, let me fee;-yea, marry, William Cook, bid him come hither. Sir John, you shall not be excus'd. Davy. Marry, Sir, thus. 6 Those precepts cannot be ferv'd; and, again, Sir, fhall we fow the headland with wheat? 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 fhoeing, and plow-irons. 5 I will not excufe you, &c.] The fterility of Juftice Shallor's wit is admirably defcribed, in thus making him, by one of the finest strokes of nature, so often vary his phrafe, to exprefs one and the fame thing, and that the commoneft. WARBURTON. 6 Thofe precepts cannot be ferv'd.] Precept is a juftice's warrant. To the offices which Falstaff gives Davy in the following fcene, may be added that of juftice's clerk. Davy has almoft as many employments as Scrub in the Stratagem. Shal. . Shal. Let it be caft and paid---Sir John, you fhail not be excus'd. [Gors to the other fide of the stage. 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 fack he loft the other day at Hinckly Fair? Shal. He fhall anfwer it. Some Pigeons, 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 ftay 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 are errant knaves, and will back-bite. Davy. No worfe than they are back-bitten, Sir; for they have marvellous foul linnen. Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy bufinefs, Davy. Davy. I beseech you, Sir, to countenance William Vifor of Wancot 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 requeft. An honeft man, Sir, is able to speak for himfelf, 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 countenanced. 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. Ꮓ Shal Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind mafter Bardolph. And welcome my tall fellow. [To the Page.] Come, Sir John. Fal. I'll follow you, good mafter Robert Shallow. [Exeunt Shallow, Silence, &c.] Bardolph, look to our horfes.If I were faw'd into quantities, I fhould make four dozen of fuch 7 bearded hermites-flaves 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 themfelves like foolish juftices; he, by converfing with them, is turn'd into a juftice like fervingman. 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 fafhions, which is four terms or 8 two actions, and he fhall 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 2 fellow that never had the ache in his fhoulders. O, you fhall fee him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. [within.] Sir John Bearded-bermites faves.] He had before called him the ftarved Juice. His want of fiefh is a flanding jeft. Two actions.] There is fomething humorous in making a fpendthrift compute time by the operation of an action for debt. 9 Fellors that never had the ache.] That is, a young fellow one whofe difpofition to merriment, time and pain have not yet impaired. Fal. Fal. I come, mafter Shallow, I come, mafter Shal low. [Exit Falstaff. SCENE II. Changes to the Court, in LONDON. Enter the Earl of Warwick, and the Lord Chief Justice. War. OW 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. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myself Enter Lord John of Lancafter, Gloucester, and Clarence. Lan. We meet, like men that had forgot to speak. Z 2 War. |