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Which heaven shall guard : And put the world's P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak whole strength
again, Into one giant arm, it shall not force
K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that This lineal honour from me: This from thee
thought : Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. (Exit. I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence! Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair,
That thou wilt necds invest thee with mine hoRe-enter WARWICK, and the rest. Cla. Doth the king call ?
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth! War. What would your majesty ? How fares Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm
thee. your grace K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
Is held from falling with so weak a wind, Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. liege,
Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some sex Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
hours, K. Hen. The prince of Wales ? 'Where is he? Were thine without offence; and, at my deatb, let me see him:
Thou hast seald up my expectation :* He is not here.
Thy life did manifest, thou lov’dst me not, War. This door is open ; he is gone
Aud thou wilt have me die assured of it. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber Thou bid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; where we stay'd.
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony beart, K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from To stab at half an hour of my life. my pillow?
What! canst thou not forbear me balf an hour? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself; it here.
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, K. Hen. The prince hath la'en it hence :-go, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. seek him out.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse, Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head : My sleep my death?
Only compound me with forgotten dust; Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hi- Give that, which gave thee lise, unto the worns; ther.
[Exit Warwick. Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; This part of his conjoins with my disease,
For now a time is come to mock at form, And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity!
Down, royal state ! all you sage counsellors, How quickly nature falls into revolt,
hence! When gold becomes her object !
And to the English court assemble now, For this the foolish over-careful fathers From every region, apes of idleness ! Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: brains with care,
Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, Their bones with industry ;
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit For this they have engrossed and pild up
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways ? The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
Be happy, he will trouble you no more : For this they bave been thoughtful to invest
England shall double gild his treble guilt ; Their sons with arts, and martial exercises : Evgland shall give him office, honour, might: When, like the bee, tolling * from every flower
For the fifth Harry from curb'd license placks The virtuous sweets;
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent. honey,
O, my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
When that my care could not withhold thy Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste
riots, Yield his engrossments to the ending father.-
What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care:
0, thou wilt be a wilderness again, Re-enter WARWICK..
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants ! Now, where is he that will not stay so long
P. Hen. O pardon me, my liege! but for my
tears, Till his friend sickness hath determin'di me?
[Knceling War. My lord, I found the prince in the next I had forestali'a this dear and deep rebuke,
The moist impediments unto my speech, room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so far. There is your crown; With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
And He that wears the crown immortally, That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more, With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the (Which my most true and inward-duteous spi
Let me no more from this obedience rise, crown?
rit Re-enter Prince HENRY.
Teacheth,) this prostrate and exterior bending!
Heaven witness with me, when I here came in, Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Har- And found no course of breath within your mary :
jesty, Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
[Exeunt CLARENCE, Prince HUMPHREY, O, let me in my present wildness die;
And never live to show the incredulons world * Taking toll. † Accumulations. Ended,
* Confirmed my opinion.
The noble change that I have purposed ! More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, Coming to look on you, thinking you dcad, That strength of speech is utterly denied me. (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,) How I came by the crown, O God, forgive ! 1 spake unto the crown as having sense, And grant it may with thee in true peace live! And thus upbraided it: The care on thee depend- P. Hen. My gracious liege, ing,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me: Hath fed upon the body of my father;
Then plain, and right, must my possession be: Therefore, thou best of gold, art worst of gold ; Which I, with more than with a common pain, Olher, less fine in carat,* is more precious, 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. Preserving life in med'cine potable : But thori, most fine, most honour'd, most re
Enter Prince John of Lancaster, WARWICK, nown'd,
Lords, and others. Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of liege,
Lancaster. Accusing it, I put it on my head;
P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my To try with it, -as with an enemy,
royal father! That had before my face murder'd my father, K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, The quarrel of a true inheritor.
son John; But if it did infect my blood with joy,
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride ; From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
My worldly business makes a period.
P. Hen. My lord of Warwick!
K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong And make me as the poorest vassal is,
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
War. 'Tis caled Jerusalem, my noble lord. K. Hen. O, my son !
K. Hen. Laud be to God !--even there my life Heaven pat it in thy mind, to take it hence,
must end. That thou might'st win the more thy father's It hath been prophesied to me many years, love,
I should not die but in Jerusalem; Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.
Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land:Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed ; But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie : And hear, I think, the very latest counsel In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt. That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my
ACT V. son, By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
SCENEI.--Glostershire.--A Hall in Saallow's I met this crown; and I myself know well,
House. How troublesome it sat upon my head: To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Enter SHALLOW, FalsTAFF, BARDOLPH, and
PAGE. Better opinion, better confirmation ; For all the soils of the achievement goes, Shal. By cock and pye, Sir, you shall not away With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, to-night.-What, Davy, I say! But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand;
Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert ShalAnd I had many living, to upbraid
low. My gain of it by their assistances;
Shal. I will not excuse you ; you shall not be
Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,- let me see, Davy; Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
let me sec :--yea, marry, William cook, bid him So thou the garland wear'st successively. come hither. -Sir John, you shall not be excused. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could
Davy. Marry, Sir, thus ;-those precepts * cando,
not be served : and, again, Sir,--Shall we sow Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; the headland with wheat ? And all thy friends, which thou must make thy Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William friends,
cook :- Are there no young pigeons ? Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; Davy. Yes, Sir.- Here is now the smith's By whose fell working I was first advanc'd, note, for shoeing, and plough-irons. And by whose power I well might lodge a fear Shal. Let it be cast,t and paid :--Sir John, you To be again displac'd: which to avoid,
shall not be excused. I cut them off; and had a purpose now
Davy. Now, Sir, a new link to the bucket must To lead out many to the Holy Land ;
needs be had :--And, Sir, do you mean to stop Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look any of William's wages, about the sack he lost Too bear unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, the other day at Hinckley fair? Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds
Shal. He sball answer it: Some pigeons, With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of out,
mutton ; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, May waste the memory of the former days. tell William cook.
Dary. Doth the man of war stay all night, Weight.
# Spot, dirt.
† Accounted up
To be taken.
Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use ended. his men well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, Ch. Just. I hope, not dead. and will backbite.
War. He's walk'd the way of nature; Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, Sir; And, to our purposes, he lives no more. for they have marvellous foul linen.
Ch. Just. I would, bis majesty had call'd me Shai. Well conceited, Davy. About thy bu. with him : sincss, Davy.
The service that I truly did his life, Davy. I beseech you, Sir, to countenance Wilo Hath left me open to all injuries. liam Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves the hill.
[self, Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, a- Ch. Just. I know he doth not; and do arm ny. gainst that Visor ; that Visor is an arrant knave To welcome the condition of the time; on my knowledge.
Which cannot look more hideously on me Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, Than I have drawn it in my fantasy. Sir: but yet, God forbid, Sir, but a knare should have some countenance at his friend's request. Enter Prince John, Prince HUMPHREY, ClaAn honest man, Sir, is able to speak for himself,
RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others. whep a knave is not. I have served your wor. War. Here comes the heavy issue of dead Har. ship truly, Sir, this eight years; and if I cannot O, that the living Harry had the temper once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen! against an honest man, I bare but a very little How many nobles then should hold their places, credit with your worship. The knave is mine That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort! honest friend, Sir; therefore, I beseech your Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd. worship, let him be countenanced.
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick. Shal. Go to ; I say, he shall have no wrong. P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin. Look about, Davy. (Exit Davy.) Where are P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to you, Sir John ? Come, off with your boots.
speak. Give me your hand, master Bardolph.
War. We do remember ; but our argument Bard. I am glad to see your worship.
Is all too heavy to admit much talk. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath master Bardolph:--and welcome, my tall fellow. made us heavy! [To the PAGE.] Come, Sir Joho.
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be hearier!
[Erit SHALLOW. P. Humph. O, good my lord, you hare lost a Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shal- friend, indeed : low. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt And I dare swear, you borrow not that face BARDOLPH and Page.] If I were sawed into for seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own. quantities, I should make four dozen of such P. John. Though no man be assur'd wat bearded hermit's staves as master Shallow. It
grace to find, is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable co. You stand in coldest expectation: herence of his men's spirits and his: They, by I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise. observing him, do bear themselves like foolish Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Fal. justices; he, by conversing with them, is turn
staff fair ; ed into a justice-like serving-maq; their spirits Which swims against your stream of quality. are so married in conjunction with the partici. Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did is pation of society, that they flock together in con- honour, sent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a guit to Led by the impartial conduct of my soul ; master Shallow, I would humour his men, with And never shall you see, that I will beg the imputation of being near their master : if to A ragged and forestall'd remission.his men, I would curry with master. Shallow, If truth and upright innocency fail me, that no man could better command his servants. I'll to the king my master that is dead, It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant And tell him who hath sent me after him. carriage, is caught, as men take diseasos, one of War. Here comes the prince. another : therefore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise matter enough out of
Enter King HENRY V. this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continual Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven sare laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions, (which
your majesty! is four terms, or two actions,) and he shall laugh King. This new and gorgeous garment, ma. without intervallums. 0, it is much, that a lie, Sits not so easy on me as you think.- (jesty, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow,* Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear; will do with a fellow that never had the ache in This is the English, not the Turkish court; his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh, till Not Amurath an Amurath* succeeds, his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.t
But Harry Harry : Yet be sad, good brothers, Shal. [Within.] Sir John !
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you ; Fal. I come, master Sballow; I come, master Sorrow so royally in you appears, Shallow
[Exil Falstaff. That I will deeply put the fashion on, SCENE II.-Westminster. --A Room in the Pa. And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad : lace.
But entertain no more of it, good brothers, Enter WARWICK, and the Lord CHIEF JUSTICE. For me, by heaven, I bid you be assurd,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all. War. Ilow now, my lord chief justice? whi- I'll be your father and your brother too; ther away?
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares. Ch. Just. How doth the king?
* Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his Bod, whách sau * Argious face.
| Full of wrinkles, ceeded bin, bed all his brotbers strangled.
Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I : For in his tomb lie my affections ;
To mock the expectation of the world; P. John, &c. We hope no other from your To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out majesty.
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea ;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
Now call we our high court of parliament: King. No:
And let us choose such limbs of poble counsel, How might a prince of my great hopes forget That the great body of our state may go So great indignities you laid upon me? In equal rank with the best-govern'd nation, What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison That war, or peace, or both at once, may be The immediate heir of England? Was this easy? As thing acquainted and familiar to us ; May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? In which you, father, shall have foremost hand. Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your
[To the Lord Ch. JUSTICE. father;
Our coronation done, we will accite,t The image of his power lay then in me: As I before remember'd, all our state : And, in the administration of his law,
Anu (God consigning to my good intents,) While I was busy for the commonwealth, No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,Your highness pleased to forget my place, Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. The majesty and power of law and justice,
(Exeunt. The image of the king whom I presented, And struck me in my very seat of judgment:
SCENE III.-Glostershire.--The Garden of Whereon, as an offender to your father,
SHALLOW's house. I gave bold way to my authority,
Enter FalsTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARAnd did commit you. If the deed were ill,
DOLPH, the PAGE, and Davy.
Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard: where, To pluck down justice from your awful bench; in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so That guards the peace and safety of your person;
forth ;-come, cousin Silence;-and then to bed. Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image, Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly And mock your workings in a second body.t dwelling, and a rich. Question your royal thoughts, make the case Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, Be now the father, and propose a son : [yours; beggars all, Sir John :-marry,good air. Spread, Hear your own dignity so much profap'd, Davy; spread, Dary; well said, Davy. See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted. Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he Behold yourself so by a son disdained;
is your serving-man, and your husbandman. And then imagine me taking your part, And, in your power, soft silencing your son ;
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good After this cold considerance, sentence me;
varlet, Sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk
too much sack at supper:--a good varlet. And, as you are a king, speak in your state, # What I have done, that misbecame my place,
Now sit down, now sit down :-come, cousin. My person, or my liege's sovereignty.
Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, we shall King. You are right, justice, and you weigh
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, this well ;
[Singing Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
And praise heaven for the merry year ; And I do wish your honours may increase,
When flesh is cheap, and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
And ever among so merrily.
Fal. There's a merry beart!-Good master That dares do justice on my proper son :
Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon. And not less happy, having such a son,
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy, That would deliver up his greatness s0
Davy. Sweet Sir, sit ; (Seating BARDOLPH Into the hands of justice.—You did commit me: and the PagE al another table.] I'll be with you For which, I do commit into your hand anon :-most sweet Sir, sit.
-Master Page, The unstained sword that you have us'd to bear; good master Page, sit : proface ! What you With this remembrance,-That you use the same want in meat, we'll have in driwk. But you With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit, must bear; The heart's all.
. As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand; Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ;—and my You shall be as a father to my youth:
little soldier there, be merry. My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,
merry, my wife's as all ; And I will stoop and humble my intents
(Singing To your well-practis'd, wise directions.-
For women are shrews, both short and tall : And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you; 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all, My father is gone wild into his grave,
And welcome merry shrove-tide.
&c. * Orown. Treat with contempt your acts executed by a represen- * Gravely.
| Italian, much good may it do you. : In pour regal character and office.
As all women are
Sil. Be merry,
Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings a man of this mettle.
base! Sil. Whol? I have been merry twice and once, I speak of Africa, and golden joys. ere now.
Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Re-enter Davy.
Let king Copbetua know the truth thereof. Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats* for Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlel, and John. you. [Setting them before BardoLPH.
(Sings. Shal. Davy,
Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Helicons! Davy. Your worship?--'ll be with you And shall good news be bafiled? straight. (To Bard.)-A cup of wine, Sir?" Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, Shal. Honest gentleman, I know not your
Pist. Why then, lament therefore.
Shal. Give me pardon, Sir ;-|f, Sir, you come Sil. And we shall be merry ;-10w comes in with news from the court, I take it, there is but the sweet of the night.
two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal Fal. Health and long life to you, master them. i am, Sir, under the king, in some authoSilence.
rity. Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come ;
Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
Shal. Under king Harry.
die. Shal. Honest, Bardolph, welcome: if thou Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth? wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy Shal. Harry the fourth. heart.--Welcome, my little tiny thief ; [To the Pist. A foutra for thine office!Page.] and welcome, indeed, too. I'll drink to Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king; master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroesf Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth : about London.
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
Fal. What! is the old king dead? ther. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph?
Pist. As nail in door : The things I speak, are Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.
just. Shal. I thank thee :- The knave will stick by
Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.. thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he Master Robert Shallow, choose what office thou is true bred.
wilt in the land, 'tis thine.--Pistol, I will doubleBard. And I'll stick by him, Sir.
charge thee with digoities. Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack pothing: Bard. O joyful day!-I would not take a be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at knighthood for my fortune. door there : Ho! who knocks? (Exit Davy. Pist. What? I do bring good news? Fal. Why, now you have done me right. Fal. Carry master Silence to bed.--Master
(TO SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I Sil. Do me right,
(Singing. am fortune's steward. Get op thy boots; we'll And dub me knight : 8
ride all night:--0, sweet Pistol ;--Away, Bar. Samingo.||
dolph. [Exit Bard.)–Come, Pistol, utter Is't not so?
more to me; and, withal, devise something, to do Fal. "Tis so.
thyself good.-Boot, boot, master Shallow; I Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can know, the young king is sick for me. Let us do somewhat.
take any man's horses ; the laws of England are Re-enter Davy,
at my commandment. Happy are they which Dary. An it please your worship, there's one have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief Pistol come from the court with news.
justice! Fal. From the court, let him come in.
Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs also!
Where is the life that late I led, say they:
Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days. Fal. How now, Pistol ?
(Exeunt. Pist. God save you, Sir John ! Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
SCENE IV.-London. -A street. Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to Enter BEADLES, dragging in Hosless QUICKLI, good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of the
and Doll TEAR-SHEET. greatest men in the realm.
Sil. By'r lady, I think ’a be; but goodman Host. No, thou arrant koave: I would I might Puff of Barson.
die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast Pist. Puff?
drawn my shoulder out of joint. Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base ! 1 Bead. The constables have delivered her Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend, over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
enough, I warrant her: There bath been a man And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
or two lately killed about her. And golden times, and happy news of price. Dol. Nut-hook, nut-book,* you lie. Come
Fal. I pr’ythee now, deliver them like a man on; I'll tell thec what, thou damned tripe-visaged of this world.
rascal; an the child I now go with, do miscarry, * Apples commonly called russetines.
thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, | Sweetheart.
1 Gay fellows.
thou paper-faced villain. He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his
Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come, mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening.
|| It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Mashe's plaes.
* A term of reproach for a catcbpoll.