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How many nobles then should hold their places,
Ch. Just. O God, I fear all will be overturn'd.
WESTMORELAND, and others.
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 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 find, You stand in coldest expectation: I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.
Cla. Well, you must pow speak Sir John alstaff fair; Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Enter KING HENRY V.
I'll be your father and your brother too;
P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty.
[To the Chief Justice. You
are, I think, assur'd I love you not.
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father;
to my authority,
King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well; Therefore still bear the balance and the sword: And I do wish your honours may increase Till you do live to see a son of mine Offend you, and obey you, as I did. So shall I live to speak my father's words: Happy am I, that have a man so bold, That dares do justice on my proper son; And not less happy, having such a son, That would deliver up his greatness 80 Into the hands of justice.—You did commit me: For which I do commit into your hand The unstain'd sword that you have us'd to bear; With this remembrance,-that you use the same With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit As you have done’gainst me. There is my hand; You shall be as a father to my youth: My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear; And I will stoop and humble my intents To your well-practis'd wise directions.--And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you; My father is gone wild into his grave, For in his tomb lie my affections ; And with his spirit sadly I survive, To mock the expectation of the world, To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down After my seeming. The tide of blood in me Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now: Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea, Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, And flow henceforth in formal majesty. Now call we our high court of parliament: And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, That the great body of our state 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, shall have foremost hand.
[To the Lord Chief-Justice. Our coronation done, we will accite, As I before remember'd, all our state: And, -God consigning to my good intents, — No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say, God shorten Harry's happy life one day.
[Exeunt. SCENE III.-GLOUCESTERSHIRE The Garden of
Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, the Page,
and DAVY. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard, where in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of caraways, and so forth:--come, cousin Silence:-and then to bed.
Fal. 'Fore God, 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 said, Davy.
Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man and your husband.
Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John:-by the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper:a ood varlet. Now sit down, now sit down :come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah ! quoth-a, -we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, [Singing.
And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart!--Good Master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.
Shal. Give 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. Sil. Be
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
[Setting them before BARD. Shal. Davy,
Davy. Your worship?-I'll be with you straight [to BARD.)—A cup of wine, sir? Sil. A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,
[Singing. And drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a. Fal. Well said, Master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry;—now comes in the sweet of the night.
Fal. Health and long life to you, Master Silence.
[Singing. I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest anything, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief [to the Page); and welcome indeed too.—I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.
Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there, Davy, Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together,-ha! will you not, Master Bardolph?
Bard. Yea, sir, in a pottle-pot.
Shal. By God's liggens, I thank thee:the knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred.
Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.
Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there, ho! who knocks?
[Exit Davy. Fal. Why, now you have done me right.
[To SIL., who has drunk a bumper. Sil. Do me right,
[Singing. And dub me knight:
Samingo. Is't not so ?
Fal. 'Tis so.
Sil. Is’t so? Why, then, say an old man can do somewhat.
Re-enter DAVY. Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news