And I had many living, to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears,
Thou see'st, with peril I have answered:
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument; and how my death
Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;

So thon the garland wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy
friends,

Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
And by whose power I well might lodge a fear
To be again displac'd: which to avoid,
I cut them off'; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land;
Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look
Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels ; that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.
More would I, but my lungs are wasted so,
That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!
And grand it may with thee in true peace live!
P. Hen. My gracious liege,

You won it, wore it, keep it, gave it me;
Then plain, and right, must my possession be:
Which I, with more than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the word will rightfully maintain.

Enter Prince JOHN of Lancaster, WARWICK,
Lords, and others.

K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of

Lancaster.

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my
royal father!
[son John;

K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace,
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,
My worldly business makes a period.-
Where is
my lord of Warwick?
P. Hen.
My lord of Warwick!
K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon?
War. Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my life
must end.

It hath been prophesied to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land:-
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE 1.-Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's

House.

Dary. Yes, sir.- Here is now the smith's not for shoeing, and plough-irons.

Shal. Let it be cast, and paid:-sir John, you shall not be excused.

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 sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair?

Shal. He shall answer it :-Some pigeons Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell Williato cook.

Dary. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy: for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.

Dary. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir; for they have marvellons foul linen.

[Davy.

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy, I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor 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 should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served 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 honest friend, sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.

Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. sir John? Come, off with your boots.-Give me Look about, Davy. Exit Davy.] Where are you, 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, leok to our horses. [Exeunt Bardolph and Page. If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit'sstaves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing hima, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned iuto a justice-like serving-man: their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in cousent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour bis men, with the imputation of being near their master: 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: company. I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to

Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH and Page. therefore, let men take heed of their

Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. What, Davy, I say!

Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused.Why, Davy!

Dary. Here, sir.

Enter DAVY.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see:-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be excused.

Davy. Marry, sir, thus; those precepts cannot be served; and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the head land with wheat?

Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook;-Are there no young pigeons?

keep prince Harry in continual laughter, the wear

ing-out of six 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.

SCENE II-Westminster. A room in the Palace.
Enter WARWICK and the lord Chief Justice
War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither

away?

[ended.
War. Exceeding well; his cares are how all
Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War.

He's walk'd the way of nature;
And, to our purposes, he lives no more. [him.
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.

(not.

War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you
Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm my-
To welcome the condition of the time; [self,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my phantasy.

Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREY, CLARENCE,
WESTMORELAND, and others.

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry :
0, 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
speak.

War. We do remember; but our argument
Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

P. Jokn. 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 a
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
Yon stand in coldest expectation: [to find,

I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise.
Cia. 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'd remission.-
truth and upright innocency fail me,
to the king my master, that is dead,
And tell me who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.

Enter King HENRY V.

Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your
majesty!

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
Site 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 Amarath an Amurath succeeds,
Bet 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
Hat entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by beaven, I bid you be assur'd,

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 :
Bat Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By umber, into hours of happiness.
P.John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty.
Kong. You all look strangely on me; and you
(To the Chief Justice.)
You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.

most;

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

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.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son:
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
And then imagine me taking your part,
And, in your power, soft silencing your son :
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state,
What I have done, that misbecame my place
My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

King. You are right, justice, and 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 son 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 son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice. You did commit me :
For which, I do commit into your hand
The unstain'd sword that you have us'd to bear;
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:
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear⚫
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well practis'd, wise directions.-
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;-
My father is gone wild into his grave,
For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state 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 govern'd nation;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be,
As things acquainted and familiar to us;-
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.--
(To the Lord Chief Justice.
Our coronation done, we will accite,
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (God consigning to my good intents,)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say -

SCENE IV.-London. A Street.

Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY, and
DOLL TEAR-SHEET.

Host. No, thou arrant knave; I would I might de, that I might have thee hanged; thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

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

Doll. Nat-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, thou❘ badst better thon hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced-villain.

Host. O the Lord, that sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!

1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of cashions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead, that you and Pistol beat among you.

Doll. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer! I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue! you filthy famished currectioner; if you be not swinged, I'll forswear

laf kirtles.

1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant, come.
Host. O, that right should thus overcome might!
Well; of sufferance comes ease.
(justice.

Doll. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a
Host. Ay; come, you starv'd blood-hound.
Doll. Goodman death! goodman bones!
Host. Thou atomy thou!

Doll. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal!
I Bead. Very well.

[Exeunt

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 FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH,
and the Page.

Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon Lam, as 'a comes by; and do but mark the counteGance that he will give me.

Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol; staud behind me.-O, I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. To Shallow.) But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

Shal. It doth so.

Fal. It shews my earnestness of affection.

Shal. It doth so.

Fal. My devotion.

Fal. It doth, it doth, it doth.

Fal. As it were, to ride day and night; and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience Shal. It is most certain. Fal But to stand stain'd with travel, and sweat[to shift me. with desire to see him; thinking of nothing else; peting all affairs else in oblivion; as if there were ng else to be done, but to see him

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

Shal. Tis so, indeed.

Pist. My knight, I will inflame thy noble liver,

And make thee rage.

Ty Dell, and Helen of thy noble thoughts, len base durance, and contagious prison;

Jaul'd thither

Rouse up revenge from ebon den with fell Alecto's
By most mechanical and dirty hand :-
snake,

For Doll is in; Pistol speaks nought but truth
Fal. I will deliver her.

(Shouts within, and the trumpets sound. Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds.

Enter the King and his Train, the Chief Justice among them.

Fal. God save thy grace, king Hal! my royal Hal!

Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

man.

Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy!
King. My lord chief justice, speak to that vain
['tis you speak?
Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what
Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my
heart!
[prayers;
King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy
How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
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 gormandizing; know thy grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men:-
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest ;
Presume not, that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thon dost hear 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 misleaders,-
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life, I will allow you;
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,-
Give you advancement.-Be it your charge, my
[lord,
Set on.
To see perform'd the tenor of our word.-
[Exeunt King, 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.

Do

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

Shal. I cannot perceive how; unless you give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech yon, good sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand.

Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this
that you heard, was but a colour.
[John.
Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, sir
Fal. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner.
be sent for soon at night.
Come, lieutenant Pistol;-come,
Bardolph:-I shall

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.
Fal. My lord, my lord,—

Ch. Just. I cannot now speak: I will hear you
Take them away.
[soon.

Pist. Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta. [Exeunt Fal. Shal. Pist. Bard. Page

and Officers.

P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's