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Shal. He shall answer it. Some pigeons, either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens ; a joint of as men take diseases, one of another : and theremutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell fore, let men take heed of their company. I will William cook.

devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir ? prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearing

Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well ; A out of six fashions, (which is four terms, or two friend i'the court is better than a penny in

purse. actions,) and he shall laugh without* intervallums. Use his men well, Davy; for they are arrant 0, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a knaves, and will backbite.

jest with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that Davy. No worse than they are back*- bitten, never had the ache in his shoulders ! O,

, you

shall sir ; for they have marvellous foul linen.

see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill SHAL. Well conceited, Davy. About thy laid up. business, Davy.

Sual. [Within.] Sir John ! Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance Wil- FAL. I come, master Shallow ; I come, master liam Visor of Wincott against Clement Perkes of Shallow.

[Exit Falstaff. the hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor ; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my SCENE II.- Westminster. A Room in the knowledge.

Palace. Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir : but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should Enter WARWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice. have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself,

WAR. How

now, my lord chief justice ? whither when a knave is not. I have served your worship

away? truly, sir, thisą eight years ; and if I cannot once

Ch. Just. How doth the king ?

(ended. or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an

War. Exceeding well ; his cares are now all honest man, I have but a very little credit with Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.

WAR. your worship. The knave is mine honest friend,

He's walk'd the way of nature; sir ; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be And, to our purposes, he lives no more. countenanced.

Ch. Just. I would his majesty had call'd me Shal. Go to ; I say, he shall have no wrong.

with him : Look about, Davy. (Exit Davy.] Where are The service that I truly did his life, you, sir John ? Come, come, come, off with your

Hath left me open to all injuries. boots.-Give me your hand, master Bardolph.

WAR. Indeed, I think, the young king loves Bard. I am glad to see your worship.

[myself, Sual. I thank thee with all my heart, kind

CH. Just. I know he doth not, and do arm master Bardolph :—and welcome, my tall fellow. To welcome the condition of the time; [To the Page.] Come, sir John. [Exit SHALLOW.

Which cannot look more hideously upon me, Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert

Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page.] If I were sawed into quan- Enter PRINCE John, PRINCE HUMPHREY, CLAtities, I should make four dozen of such bearded RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others. hermits'-staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his War. Here come the heavy issue of dead men's spirits and his : they, by observing him,

Harry : do bear themselves like foolish justices ; he, by O, that the living Harry had the temper conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen ! serving-man: their spirits are so married in con- How many nobles then should hold their places, junction with the participation of society, that That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort ! they flock together in consent,“ like so many wild Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd. geese. If I had

suit to master Shallow, I P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good would humour his men, with the imputation of being near their master ;' if to his men, I would P. HUMPH. and Cla. Good morrow, cousin. curry with master Shallow, that no man could

P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to better command his servants. It is certain, that

speak.

you not.

morrow.

(*) First folio omits, back.

(1) Old text, W'oncot, (1) First solio, hearen.

(8) First folio, these. a They flock together in consent,-) In agreement, in union.

(*) First folio, with. b Being near their master;} This may mean either resembling their master, or being able to influence him.

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War. Here comes the prince.

WAR. We do remember ; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk. P. JOHN. 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 to find, You stand in coldest expectation : I am the sorrier; would 't were 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
A ragged and forestallid 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.

Enter KING HENRY V. Ch. Just. Good morrow; and God* save your majesty !

[jesty, King. This new and gorgeous garment, maSits 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 Amurath an Amurath(2) 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 burthen laid upon us all. For me, by beaven, I bid you be assurd, I'll be your father and your brother too; Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Yett weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I: But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears, By number, into hours of happiness.

(*) First folio, imperial. a A ragged and forestall'd remission.-] Ragged in this place means base, ignominious, as in Shakespeare's eighth sonnet:

" Thy secret pleasure turns to open shame,

Thy smoothing titles to a ragged name;' but of " forestalrd remission,” we believe the import is yet to be

(*) First folio, heaven.

() First folio, But. sought. That it was a familiar expression is evident, for it oecurs twice in Massinger, (in “ The Duke of Milan," Act III. Sc. 1; and in “ The Bondman." Act III. Sc. 3;) though in neither case does the context assist us to its meaning.

use

same

Princes. We hope no other from your ma- Into the hands of justice.—You did commit me: jesty. [you most; For which, I do commit into

your

hand King. You all look strangely on me:and The unstain'd sword that you have us’d to bear; You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.

With this remembrance,- That you

the [To the Lord Chief Justice. With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit, Ch. Just. I am assur’d, if I be measur'd rightly, As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand; Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. You shall be as a father to my youth ; KING. No!

My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear ; How might a prince of my great hopes forget And I will stoop and humble my intents So great indignities you laid upon me?

To your well-practis’d, wise directions. What ! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you ;The immediate heir of England ! Was this easy? | My father is gone wild into his grave, May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? For in his tomb lie my affections ; Ch. Just. I then did use the

person

of

your And with his spirit sadly I survive, father ;

To mock the expectation of the world ; The image of his power lay then in me:

To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out And, in the administration of his law,

Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, After my seeming. The tide of blood in me Your highness pleased to forget my place, Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now; The majesty and power of law and justice, Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea ; The image of the king whom I presented, Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, And struck me in my very seat of judgment ; And flow henceforth in formal majesty. Whereon, as an offender to your father,

Now call we our high court of parliament ; I gave bold way to my authority,

And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, And did commit you. If the deed were ill, That the great body of our state may go Be you contented, wearing now the garland, In equal rank with the best-govern'd nation; To have a son set your decrees at nought;

That war, or peace, or both at once, may be To pluck down justice from your awful bench ; As things acquainted and familiar to us ;-To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.That guards the peace and safety of your person :

[To the Lord Chief Justice. Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image, Our coronation done, we will accite, And mock your workings in a second body. As I before remember'd, all our state: Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours; And (God* consigning to my good intents,) Be now the father, and propose a son :

No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say, Hear your own dignity so much profan'd, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,

[Exeunt. Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd; And then imagine me taking your part, And, in your power, soft silencing your son :

SCENE III.—Gloucestershire. The Garden of After this cold considerance, sentence me;

Shallow's House. And, as you are a king, speak in your state, Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, What I have done, that misbecame my place,

the Page, and Davy. My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

Sual. Nay, you shall see mine orchard ; where, KING. You are right, justice, and you weigh in an arbour, we will eat a last year's Pippin of this well ;

my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so Therefore still bear the balance, and the sword :

forth ;—come, cousin Silence ;—and then to bed. And I do wish

your
honours
may increase,

Fal. 'Fore God,t you have here a goodly Till you do live to see a son of mine

dwelling, and a rich. Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

SHAL. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, So shall I live to speak my father's words ;

beggars all, sir John :—marry, good air.-Spread, Happy am I, that have a man so bold,

Davy; spread, Davy: well said, Davy. That dares do justice on my proper son :

Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he And not * less happy, having such a son,

is your serving-man, and your husband. That would deliver up his greatness so

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good

(*) First folio, no. a Princes.] The prefix to this speech in the quarto is Bro. for ** Brothers ; and in the folio, “John, &c. :" it was intended to be spoken by all the Princes together.

(*) First folio, heaven. (+) First folio omits, 'Fore God.

b My father is gone wild into his grave,-) He means, because he has exchanged his own wildness, burying it in that grave, for his father's serious spirit,

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varlet, sir John.—By the mass, * I have drunk too much sack at supper :-a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down :come, cousin. Sh. Ah, sirrah ! quoth-a, —we shall

[Singing. Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, And praise heaven for the merry year ; When flesh is cheap and females dear, And lusty lads roam here and there,

So merrily, And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart !–Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.

SHAL. Givet master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

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

anon :—most sweet sir, sit.-_Master page, good master page, sit : proface !* What you want in meat we'll have in drink. But you must * bear ; the heart's all.

[Exit. Shal. Be merry, Master Bardolph ;-and my little soldier there, be merry.

[Singing Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all ;

For women are shrews, both short and tall:
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,

And welcome merry shrove-tide.
Be
merry,

be
merry,

&c. Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.

SIL. Who I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now.

(*) First folio omits, By the mass. (+) First folio, Good.

a Proface!) An Italian phrase, signifying much good may it do you, and equivalent to our "welcome." It is found in Florio's Dictionary, "Buon pro vi faccia, much good may it do you,” and in many of the early writers.

b My wife has all;] So the old copy. Farmer suggested we should read, “My wife's as all."

(*) First folio omits, must. c 'Tis merry in hall, &c.] This rhyme is of great antiquity, Warton found it in a poem by Adam Davie, called “The Life of Alexander :"

" Merrie swithe it is in hall

When the berdes waveth all."

Re-enter Davy.

Re-enter Davy.

How now,

Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you."

Davy. An* it please your worship, there's one [Setting them before BARDOLPH.

Pistol come from the court with news. Shal. Davy,–

Fal. From the court ? let him come in.Davy. Your worship ?—I'll be with you straight.

Enter PISTOL. [TO BARD.)- A cup of wine, sir?

[Singing

Pistol ?
Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, Pist. Sir John, God save you ! +
And drink unto the leman mine;

Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ?
And a merry heart lives long-a. Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man I to

good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of the Fal. Well said, master Silence. Sil. An* we shall be merry, now comes in the

greatest men in the realm.

Sil. By'r lady, I think 'a be; but' goodman sweet of the night.

Puff of Barson. Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence !

Pist. Puff? Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come ;

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base ! I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend, SHAL. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou And || helter-skelter have I rode to thee ; want'st anything, and wilt not call, beshrew And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, thy heart.—Welcome, my little tiny thief ? [To And golden times, and happy news of price. the Page.] and welcome, indeed, too.—I'll drink Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a man to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about of this world. London.

Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base! Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. I speak of Africa, and golden joys. BARD. An* I might see you there, Davy,- Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news?

SHAL. By the mass, t you'll crack a quart Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof. together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph ? Sıl. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. BARD. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

[Sings. SHAL. I thank thee :—the knave will stick by Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons ? thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out ;" he And shall good news be baffled ? is true bred.

Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. BARD. And I'll stick by him, sir.

Sual. Honest gentleman, I know not your Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing:

breeding be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look, who's at door Pist. Why then, lament therefore. there, ho! who knocks !

[Exit Davy.

Shal. Give me pardon, sir;—if, sir, you come Fal. Why, now you have done me right. with news from the court, I take it, there is but

[ TO Silence, who drinks a bumper. two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. SIL. Do me right,

[Singing

I am, sir, under the king, in some authority. And dub me knight.

Pist. Under which king, Bezonian ?e speak, or Samingo.

die.

SHAL. Under king Harry. Is 't not so ?

Pist.

Harry the fourth ? or fifth ?
FAL.
Sil. Is 't so? Why then, say an old man can

Sual. Harry the fourth.
Pist.

A foutra for thine office !do somewhat.

Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king ;

'Tis so.

(*) First folio, If. (+) First folio omits, By the mass. a Leather-coats.) Apples usually known as russetines.

b He will not out; he is true bred.) A sportsman's saying applied to hounds, and which serves to expound Gadshill's' expression :

“Such as can hold in."-Henry IV. Part I. Act II. Sc. 1. “If they run it end ways orderly and make it good, then when they hold in together merrily, we say, They are in crie.' -TURBERVILE's " Booke of Hunting."

e Samingo.] Silence is in his cups, or he would probably have sung San Domingo. Domingo, for some unexplained reason, was an old burden to topers' songs and catches. Thus in “Summer's Last

(*) First folio, If. (+) First folio, Save you, sir. (1) First folio, none.

(8) Indeed.

(H) First folio omits, And. Will and Testament," 1600:

" Monsieur Mingo for quaffing doth surpass

In cup, in can, or glass;
God Bacchus, do me right,
And dub me knight,

Domingo."
d But goodman Puff-] That is, except goodman, &c.

e Bezonian?) A term of contempt derived, it is thought, from the Italian bisogno, which Cotgrave explains, "a filthie knave, or clowne, a raskall, a bisonian, base humoured scoundrel."

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