While I was bufie for the Common-wealth,
Your Highness pleafed to forget my Place,
The Majelty and Pow'r of Law and Justice,
The image of the King whom I prefented,
And ftruck 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 fet your decrees at naught,
To pluck down juftice from your awful bench,
To trip the courfe of law, and blunt the fword
That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon,
Nay more, to fpurn at your mot royal image,
And mock your working in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the cafe yours;
Be now the father, and propofe a fon,
Hear your own dignity fo much profan'd,
See your most dreadful laws fo loosely flighted,
Behold your felf fo by a fon difdain'd,
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r fo filencing your fon.
After this cold confid'rance, fentence me;
And, as you are a King, fpeak in your State,
What I have done that mifbecame my place,
My perfon, or my Liege's Sovereignty.

K. Henry. You are right Juftice, and you weigh

this well,

Therefore ftill bear the balance and the ford

And I do wish, your Honours may increase,
Till you do live to fee a fon of mine
Cffend you, and obey you, as I did.

4 To trip the courfe of law.] To defeat the procefs of justice, a metaphor taken from the act of tripping a runner.

5 To mock your working in a fe

cond bod.] To treat with contempt your acts executed by

a reprefentative.

;

In your ftate.] In your regal character and office, not with the paffion of a man interested, but with the impartiality of a Legiflator.

So

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So fhall I live to speak my father's words;
Happy am I, that have a man fo bold,
That dares do juftice on my proper fon;
And no lefs happy, having fuch a fon,
'That would deliver up his Greatness so
Into the hand of juftice.'-You committed me;
For which I do commit into your hand

Th' unftain'd fword that you have us'd to bear;
With this remembrance, that you ufe the fame
With a like bold, juft, and impartial fpirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand,
You fhall be as a father to my youth,

My voice fhall found, as you do prompt mine ear,
And I will stoop and humble my intents,
To your well-practis'd wife directions.

And, Princes all, believe me, I be feech you;
'My father is gone wild into his Grave,
For in his tomb lye my affections;
And with his fpirit fadly I furvive,
To mock the expectations of the world;
To fruftrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my feeming. Tho' my tide of blood
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity 'till now;
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the fea,
Where it shall mingle with 9 the ftate of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal Majefty.

Now call we our high Court of Parliament;
And let us chufe fuch limbs of noble counfel,
That the great body of our ftate 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, fhall have foremost hand.
[To the Lord Chief Justice.

Our Coronation done, we will accite

As I before remember'd, all our State,

And (Heav'n configning to my good intents)
No Prince, nor Peer, fhall have just cause to say,
Heav'n fhorten Harry's happy life one day.

[Exeunt.

Changes to Shallow's Seat in Gloucestershire.

Enter Falstaff, Shallow, Silence, Bardolph, the Page,

Shal.

NAY

and Davy.

*

AY, you fhall fee mine orchard, where in an arbour we will eat a laft year's pippin of my own graffing, with a difh of carraways, and fo forth.-Come, coufin Silence. And then to bed. Fal. You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich, Shal. Barren, barren, barren. Beggars all, beggars all, Sir John. Marry, good air. Spread, Davy, spread, Davy; well faid, Davy.

Fal. This Davy ferves you for good ufes; he is your fervingman, and your husbandman.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John.-By th' Mafs, I have drank too

a difh of carraways.] A comfit or confection fo called in our author's time. A paffage in De Vigneul Marville's Me anges d'Hijire et de Litt. will explain this odd treat. Dans le dernier fiele ou l'on avoit le goût delicat,

on ne croioit pas pouvoir vivre fans Dragées." ll'n'etoit fils de bene mere, qui n'eut font Dragier; et il est raporte dans l'bij tre du duc de Guife, que quand il fut tué à Blois il avoit fin Dragier à la main.

WARB. much

much Sack at fupper.A good varlet.

down, now fit down: come, coufin.

Sil. Ah, firrah, quoth-a,

Now fit

Wefball do nothing but eat, and make good chear, [Singing.
And praife beav'n for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lufty lads roam bere and there;

So merrily, and ever among, fo merrily, &c.

Fal. There's a merry heart. Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.

Shal. Give Mr. Bardolph fome wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet Sir, fit; I'll be with you anon; most fweet Sir, fit. Master Page, fit; good master Page, fit; *proface. What you want in meat, we'll have in drink; but you must bear; the heart's all. (Exit. Shal. Be merry, mafter Bardolph; and, my little foldier there, be merry.

Sil. [Singing.] Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, For women are Shrews, both short and tall;

'Tis merry in ball, when beards wag all,

And welcome merry Shrovetide.

Be merry, be merry.

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.
Re-enter Davy.

Davy. There is a difh of leather-coats for you.
Shal. Davy,

Davy. Your Worship-I'll be with you ftreightA cup of wine, Sir?

the Page, knowing his duty, declines the feat, and Davy cries Proface, and fets him down by force.

The heart's al.] That is, the intention with which the entertainment is given. The hu mour confifts in making Davy act as mafter of the house.

Sil. [Singing] A cup of wine, That's brifk and fine,

And drink unto the leman mine;

And a merry heart lives long-a.

Fal. Well faid, mafter Silence.

Sil. If we fhall be merry, now comes in the fweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, mafter Silence. Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come. I'll pledge you, were't a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honeft Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st any thing and wilt not call, befhrew thy heart. Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

Davy. I hope to fee London, ere I die.

Bard. If I might fee you there, Davy,

Shal. You'll crack a quart together? ha—will you not, mafter Bardolph?

Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. By God's liggens, I thank thee; the knave will stick by thee, I can affure thee that.

out, he is true-bred.

Bard. And I'll stick by him, Sir.

He will not

[One knocks at the door. Shal. Why, there fpoke a King. Lack nothing, be merry. Look, who's at the door there, ho.-Who knocks?

3

Fal. Why, now you have done me right.

Sil. [Singing.] Do me right, and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't not fo?

Fal. 'Tis fo.

Cavaleroes. This was the term by which an airy fplendid irregular fellow was diflinguifhed. The foldiers of King Charles were called Cavaliers from the gayety which they affected in op

pofition to the four faction of the parliament.

3 Samingo ] He means to fay, San Doming). HANMER.

Of Samingo, or San Domingo, I fee not the ufe in this place.