O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!
P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,
[Kneeling.

The moist impediments unto my speech,
I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so 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 rise,
(Which my most true and inward duteous spirit
Teacheth,) this prostrate and exterior bending!
Heaven witness with me, when I here came in
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! If I do feign,
O, let me in my present wildness die ;
And never live to shew the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead, almost my liege, to think you were,)
I spake unto the crown as having sense,

And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending,
Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold.
Other, less fine in carat, is more precious,
Preserving life in med'cine potable:

But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,
Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,
Accusing 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 infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any stain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head!
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my son !

Heaven put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel

That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son,
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it sat upon my head:

To thee it shall descend with better quiet,

Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soil of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand;
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 now my death
Changes the mode: for what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;

So thou 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 advan.'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
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 grant it may with thee in true peace live!
P. Hen. My gracious liege,

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

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

My lord of Warwic
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 m
It hath been prophesied to me many years, [e
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.
SCENE I.

Glostershire.-A Hall in Shallow's House.

Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not awa to-night. What, Davy, I say.

Ful. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be e cused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused.Why, Davy!

Davy. Here, sir.

Enter DAVY.

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

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

Shul. With red wheat, Davy. But for Willia cook ; -Are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, sir.- -Here is now the smith's note for shoeing, and plough irons.

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

Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket mus needs be had:-And, sir, do you mean to stop any d

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 William cook. Davy. 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.

Davy. No worse than they are back bitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen.

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

Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill. Shat. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge

Dary. 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, this 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. 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.

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

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

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

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

P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier'
P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend,
And I dare swear, you borrow not that face [indeed:
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.

P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to
You stand in coldest expectation :
[find,

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

ragged and forestall'd 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.

Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph :- and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page.] Come, sir John. [Exit SHALLOW. Ful. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page. If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the sembla ble 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 mas-Sits not so easy on me as you think. er: if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no inan could better command his servants. is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant car riage, 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 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 should see him laugh, till nis face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. [Within.] Sir John!

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

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,

It

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?
Ch. Just. How doth the king?

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 majesty.
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