Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers, and love,
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on,
And bless'd, and grac'd indeed, more than the king.
But this is mere digression from my purpose.--
Here come I from our princely general,

To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace,
That he will give you audience and wherein
It shall appear that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them; every thing set off,
That might so much as think you enemies.

Mob. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer: And it proceeds from policy, not love.

West. Mowbray, you overween, to take it so; This offer comes from mercy, not from fear : For, lo within a ken, our army lies; Upon mine honour, all too confident To give admittance to a thought of fear. Our battle is more full of names than yours, Our men more perfect in the use of arms, Our armour all as strong, our cause the best; Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good:-Say you not then, our offer is compell'd. Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley. West. That argues but the shame of your offence: A rotten case abides no handling,

Hast. Hath the prince John a full commission,

In very ample virtue of his father,
To hear, and absolutely determine

Of what conditions we shall stand upon ?
West. That is intended in the general's name:

I muse, you make so slight a question. [schedule;
Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this
For this contains our general grievances :-
Each several article herein redress'd;

All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinew'd to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form;
And present execution of our wills
To us, and to our purposes, consign'd;
We come within our lawful banks again,
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
West. This will I show the general. Please you,
In sight of both our battles we may meet:
And either end in peace, which heaven so frame!
Or to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.

[lords,

Arch. My lord, we will do so. [Exit West.
Motob. There is a thing within my bosom, tells me,
That no conditions of our peace can stand.
Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace
Upon such large terms, and so absolute,
As our conditions shall consist upon,

Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such,
That every slight and false-derived cause,
Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,
Shall, to the king, taste of this action:
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind,
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff,
And good from bad find no partition.

[weary

Arch. No, no, my lord; Note this, the king is Of dainty and such picking grievances: For he hath found,-to end one doubt by death, Revives two greater in the heirs of life. And therefore will he wipe his tables clean; And keep no telltale to his memory, paska dan That may repeat and history his losses late To new remembrance: For, full well he knows, He cannot so precisely weed this land, As his misdoubts present occasion:

His foes are so enrooted with his friends, did Hade That, plucking to unfix an enemy,

He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend. jag mahi So that this land, like an offensive wife,

That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes ;

As he is striking, holds his infant up,

And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm

That was uprear'd to execution.

Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods On late offenders, that he now doth lack The very instruments of chastisement: So that his power, like to a fangless lion, May offer, but not hold.

Arch.

'Tis very true;~

And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.

Mowb.
Be it so.
Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Forest. Enter, from one side, Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hastings, and others: from the other side, Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, Officers, and Attendants.

P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin
Mowbray :-

Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
And so to you, lord Hastings, and to all.
My lord of York, it better show'd with you,
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,NE
Encircled you, to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text,
Than now to see you here an iron man,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
That man, that sits within a monarch's heart,
And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach,
In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
It is even so:-Who hath not heard it spoken,
How deep you were within the books of God?
To us, the speaker in his parliament;
To us, the imagin'd voice of God himself;
The very opener, and intelligencer,
Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
And our dull workings: O, who shall believe,
But you misuse the reverence of your place';
Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up,
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of his substitute, my father;
And, both against the peace of heaven and him,
Have bere up-swarm'd them.
Arch.

Good, my lord of Lancaster,

I am not here against your father's peace:
But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
Crowd us, and crash us, to this monstrous form,
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief;

The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court, Whereon this Hydra son of war is born:

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, With grant of our most just and right desires;

And true obedience of this madness cur'd,

Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Mowb, If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man.

Hast. And though we here fall down; We have supplies to second our attempt; If they miscarry, theirs shall second them: And so, success of mischief shall be born; And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Whiles England shall have generation.

P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too

To sound the bottom of the after-times. [shallow, West. Pleaseth your grace, to answer them directly, How far-forth you do like their articles?

P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well:
And swear here by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook;
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning, and authority.-

My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd ;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours: and here, between the ariuies,
Let's drink together friendly, and embrace;
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home,
Of our restored love, and amity.

Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses. P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word: And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Hast. Go, captain [To an Officer], and deliver to the army

This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: I know, it will well please them: Hie thee, captain. (Exit Officer.

Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. West. I pledge your grace: And, if you knew what I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, [pains You would drink freely: but my love to you Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you." West. I am glad of it.Health to my lord, and gentle cousin Mowbray. Mob. You wish me health in very happy season; For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry ; But heaviness foreruns the good event.

row

West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sor[morrow. Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes toArch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be

true.

[Shouts within. P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark, how they shout!

Mowb. This had been cheerful, after victory.
Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.

P. John.

Go, my lord,

And let our army be discharged too. [Exit West.
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March by us; that we may peruse the men
We should have cop'd withal.
Arch.
Go, good lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.
[Exit Hastings:
P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night
together.--

Re-enter Westmoreland.

Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
P. John. They know their duties,

Re-enter Hastings.

Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already: Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his home, and sporting-place. West. Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the I do arrest thee, traitor, of high-treason: [which And you, lord archbishop,- and you, lord Mowbray, Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable ? West. Is your assembly so? Arch. Will you thus break your faith? P. John. I pawn'd thee none: I promis'd you redress of these same grievances, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, I will perform with a most Christian care. But, for you, rebels,-look to taste the due Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours. Most shallowly did you these arms commence, Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray; Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.Some guard these traitors to the block of death; Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another Part of the Forest.

low in Europe: My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me.-Here comes our general.

Enter Prince John of Lancaster, Westmoreland, and others.

P. John. The heat is past, follow no further now;Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.[Exit West. Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while? When every thing is ended, then you come :These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, One time or other break some gallows' back.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should be thus; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my poor and old hither with the very extremest inch of possibility; I motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded have foundered nine score and odd posts: and here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken sir John Coleville of the dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy: But what. of that he saw me, and yielded; that I may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,-I came, saw, and overcame.

P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your

deserving.

Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield him : and I beseech your grace, let it be booked with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture on the top of it, Coleville kissing my foot: To the which course if I be enforced, if you do not all show like gilt twopences to me; and I, in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you as much as the full moon doth the cinders of the element, which show like pins' heads to her; believe not the word of the noble: therefore let me have right, and let desert mount. P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount. Fal. Let it shine then.

P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that may do me good, and call it what you will. P. John. Is thy name Coleville! Cole.

It is, my lord, P. John. A famous rebel art thou, Coleville. Fal. And a famous true subject took him. Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are, That led me hither: had they been rul'd by me, You should have won them dearer than you have. Fal. I know not how they sold themselves but thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and 1 thank thee for thee.

Re-enter Westmoreland.

P. John. Now, have you left parsuit? West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. P. John. Send Coleville, with his confederates, To York, to present execution:Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure. [Exeunt some with Coleville. And now despatch me toward the court, my lords; I hear, the king, my father, is sore sick: Our news shall go before us to his majesty, Which, cousin, you shall bear,-to comfort him; And we with sober speed will follow you.

meeting.

Fal. What's your name, sir! of what condition are you; and of what place, I pray?

Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is Coleville of the dale.

Fal. Well then, Coleville is your name; a knight is your degree; and your place, the dale: Coleville shall still be your name;-a traitor your degree; and the dungeon your place,-a place deep enough; so shall you still be Coleville of the dale."

Cole. Are not you sir John Falstaff? Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. De ye yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death: therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy.

Cole. I think, you are sir John Falstaff; and, in that thought, yield me.

Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name. An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fel

port.

P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my condition,

Shall better speak of you than you deserve. [Exit. Fal. I would you had but the wit; 'twere better than your dukedom.-Good faith, this same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh;-but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never any of these demure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth so overcool their blood, and making many fish-meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sickness; and then, when they marry, they get wenches: they are generally fools and cowards;-which some of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good sherrissack hath a twofold operation in it: it ascends me into the brain: dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy vapours which environ it: makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which deliver'd o'er to the voice (the tongue), which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property of your excellent sherris is,--the warming of the blood; which, be

fore cold and settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the badge of pasillanimity and cowardice: but the sherris warms it, and makes it conrse from the inwards to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face; which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to arm and then the vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of courage; and this valour comes of sherris: So that skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for that sets it awork and learning, a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it, and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, and good store of fertile sherris, that he is become very hot, and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them, should be,-to forswear thin potations,

and addict themselves to sack.

Enter Bardolph.

Westminster. A Room in the Palace. Enter King Henry, Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Warwick, and others.

K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give successful

[end

To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
And draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Our navy is address'd, our power collected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And every thing lies level to our wish:
Only, we want a little personal strength;
And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.
War. Both which, we doubt not but your majesty
Shall soon enjoy.

K. Hen.
Humphrey, my son of Gloster,
Where is the prince your brother?
P. Humph. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, at
K. Hen. And how accompanied? [Windsor.
P. Humph.
I do not know, my lord.
K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence,
with him?
[here.
P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence
Cla. What would my lord and father?
K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of
Clarence.

How chance, thou art not with the prince thy brother?
He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas;
Thou hast a better place in his affection,
Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy;
And noble offices thou mayst effect
Of mediation, after I am dead,

Between his greatness and thy other brethren :-
Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love:
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
By seeming cold, or careless of his will.
For he is gracious, if he be observ'd;
He hath tear for pity, and a hand

Open as day for melting charity:

Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flint;
As humorous as winter, and as sudden

As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth:
But, being moody, give him line and scope;
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Confound themselves with working. Learn this,
Thomas,

And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in ;

That the united vessels of their blood,

Mingled with venom of suggestion

(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in),

Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.

K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas?

Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. K.Hen. And how accompanied? canst thou tell that? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers. K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds; And he, the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death; The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, In forms imaginary, the unguided days, And rotten times, that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors. For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, When means and lavish manners meet together, O, with what wings shall his affections fly Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!

War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the language, "Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd, Your highness knows, comes to no further use, But to be known, and hated. So, like gross terms, The prince will, in the perfectness of time, Cast off his followers and their memory Shall, as a pattern or a measure, live, By which his grace must meet the lives of others; Turning past evils to advantages. [comb K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her In the dead carrion.-Who's here? Westmoreland? Enter Westmoreland.

West. Health to my sovereign! and new happiness
Added to that that I am to deliver!
Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand:
Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,

Are brought to the correction of your law;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here, at more leisure, may your highness read;
With every course, in his particular.

K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news,
Enter Harcourt.

Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; And, when they stand against you, may they fail As those that I am come to tell you of! The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, With a great power of English, and of Scots, Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown: The manner and true order of the fight, This packet, please it you, contains at large.

K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news make me sick?

Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food,-
Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,-such are the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy :-
O me! come near me, now I am much ifl. [Swoons.
P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty !

Cla.
O, my royal father!
West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up!
War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits
Are with his highness very ordinary.

Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well.
Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs;
The incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure, that should confine it in,
So thin, that life looks through, and will break ont.
P. Humph. The people fear me; for they do observe
Unfather'd heirs, and loathly births of nature:
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over.
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between :
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say, it did so, a little time before

That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers.
P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end.
K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence,
Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray.

[They convey the King into an inner Part of the Room, and place him on a Bed.

Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

War. Call for music in the other room.

K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. War. Less noise, less noise.

Enter Prince Henry.

P. Hen.
Who saw the duke of Clarence?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none
How doth the king?
[abroad!

P. Humph. Exceeding ill.
P. Hen.

Tell it him.

Heard he the good news yet?

P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. P. Hen. If he be sick

With joy, he will recover without physic.

War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet prince, speak low;

The king, your father, is dispos'd to sleep.
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
War. Will't please your grace to go along with us?
P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the king.
[Exeunt all but P. Henry.
Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night!--sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty !
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move.-My gracious lord! my father!-
This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep,
That from this golden rigol hath divore'd
So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood;
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,-
[Putting it on his Head.
Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's whole
Into one giant arm, it shall not force.
[strength
This lineal honour from me: This from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.
K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence!
Re-enter Warwick, and the rest.
Doth the king call?
War. What would your majesty? How fares your
grace?
[lords?
K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my
Cia. We left the prince, my brother, here, my liege,
Who undertook to sit and watch by you.
K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let
He is not here.
[me see him:
War. This door is open; he is gone this way.
P. Humph. He came not through the chamber
where we stay'd.
[my pillow?
K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from
War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :-go, seek
Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose [him out.
My sleep my death?

Cla.

[Exit.

Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. [Exit Warwick.

This part of his conjoins with my disease,
And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you are!
How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her object!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains
Their bones with industry;
[with care,

For this they have engrossed and pil'd up,
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises:
When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
The virtuous sweets;

Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste
Yield his engrossments to the ending father.-

Re-enter Warwick.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me?
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the crown?
Re-enter Prince Henry.

Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry :

Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

[Exeunt Clarence, Prince Humphrey, Lords, &c.
P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again.
K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. [thought:
That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours
Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair,
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee.
Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity
That it will quickly drop; my day is dim.
Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours,
Were thine without offence; and, at my death,
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:

Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.

What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyself;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse,
Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;
For now a time is come to mock at form,
Harry the Fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity!
Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit
The oldest sins the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall double gild his treble guilt;
England shall give him office, honour, might:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle off restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent.
O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care?
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 show 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 strain 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 bye-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 seest, 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 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 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.

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

Davy. Here sir.

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 headland with wheat?

Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William 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, 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 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 back bite.

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 bill. 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, 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.

Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph-and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the Page] Come, sir John. [Exit.

Fal. 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

caster.

father!

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal [John; K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son 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 lodgings where I first did swoon! War. 'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. K. Hen. Laud be to God !-even there my life must It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem; Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land:But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie; In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.

ACT V.

[end.

[Exeunt

Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable 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 wildgeese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour his 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: 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 shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak

House.

Enter Shallow, Falstaff, Bardolph, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away tonight. What, Davy, I say!

Shal. Within] Sir John!

Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. [Exit.