The family Shakespeare [expurgated by T. Bowdler]. in which those words are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud in a family, by T. Bowdler

Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with begotten 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 license plucks
The muzzle of 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,)
Ì 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 iny 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 mightst win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

3 A term used in describing the fineness of gold.

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 by-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 answer'd:

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.

K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father!

K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace,

son John;

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 lodging where I first did swoon?
War. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.
K. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my life
must end.

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.

[Exeunt. Purchase, in Shakspeare, frequently means stolen goods.

SCENE I. Glostershire.

House.

ACT V.

Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. What, Davy, I say!

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.

A Hall in Shallow's and Page] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's staves as semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his : master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the 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 wild-geese. 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 that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is could better command his servants. It is certain, 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 wearingactions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. out of six fashions, (which is four terms, or two O, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow 8, will do with a fellow that see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill never had the ache in his shoulders! O, you shall laid up.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, — let me see, Davy; let me see:— yea, marry, William cook, bid him Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Marry, sir, thus ; those precepts 6 cannot be served and, again, sir, Shall we sow the head-land with wheat? Shal. With red wheat, Davy.

cook;

But for William

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 7, 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. About thy business, Davy.

Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill. 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, heaven 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 SHALLOW.

Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt BARDOLPH

Shal. [Within.] Sir John!

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

not.

To welcome the condition of the time;
Ch. Just. I know he doth not; and do arm myself,
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

Enter PRINCE JOHN, PRINCE HUMPHREY, CLA-.
RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others.

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry :
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.
P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to
speak.

8 A serious face

War. We do remember; but our argument

Is all too heavy to admit such talk.

Whereon, as an offender to your father, I gave bold way to my authority,

P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made And did commit you. If the deed were ill,

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, you own.

Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a son set your decrees at nought;
To pluck down justice from your awful bench;
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person:
Nay, more: to spurn at your most royal image,

P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace And mock your workings in a second body.

to find,

You stand in coldest expectation :

I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise.

Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair;

Which swims against your stream of quality.

Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son :
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd :
And then imagine me taking your part,

Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in And, in your power, soft silencing your son :

honour,

Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;
And never shall you see, that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd 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.
War. Here comes the prince.

Enter KING HENRY V.

Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty !

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits 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 9 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 burden laid upon us all.
For me, by Heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I:
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.

P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty.
King. You all look strangely on me : - and you
most;
[To the CHIEF JUSTICE.
You are, I think, assur'd, I love you not
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
King. No!

How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?

What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe and forgotten?

Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father; The image of his power lay then in me: And, in the administration of his law, Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, Your highness pleased to forget my place, The majesty and power of law and justice, The image of the king whom I presented, And struck me in my very seat of judgment;

9 Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his son, who succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled.

After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state',
What I have done, that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

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.
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
So shall I live to speak my father's words;
And not less happy, having such a son,
That dares do justice on my proper son:
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice. You did commit me:
For which I do commit into your hand
The unstained 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;
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
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 council,
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
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
As things acquainted and familiar to us;
[To the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.
Our coronation done, we will accite",
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (heaven consigning to my good intents)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

In your regal character and office.

[Exeunt.

2 Summon.

SCENE III..

Glostershire.
Shallow's House.

The Garden of |

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.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOLPH, Ha! will you not, master 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 carraways, and so forth; come, cousin 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 sir. Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.

Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman. 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 good varlet. down, now sit down:

come, cousin.

Now sit

Sil. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a, - we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

And ever among so merrily.

Good master

Fal. There's a merry heart!
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 merry,

be merry, my wife's as all;

[Singing.

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.

Re-enter Davy.

Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news.

Fal. From the court! let him come in. —
Enter PISTOL.

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.

Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a man of this world.

Pist. A fico for the world, and worldlings base!

Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and once, I speak of Africa, and golden joys.

Sil. And we shall be merry; - now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence.
Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.
Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest
any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.
Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page.] and
welcome, indeed, too. - I'll drink to master Bar-
dolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

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Bard. O joyful day!— I would not take a knighthood for my fortune.

Pist. What? I do bring good news?

Fal. Carry master Silence to bed. Master Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, I am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night-O, sweet Pistol: - Away Bardolph. [Exit BARD.] Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and withal, devise something, to do thyself good.Boot, boot, master Shallow; I know, the young king is sick for me. Let us take any man's horses; the laws of England are at my commandment. Happy are they which have been my friends; and woe to my lord chief justice!

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.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV. - A public Place near Westminster Abbey.

Enter two Grooms, strewing Rushes.

1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. 1 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation: Despatch, despatch.

[Exeunt Grooms. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH,

and the Page.

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Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy!

King. My lord chief justice, speak to that vain

man.

Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak?

Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!

King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy

prayers;

How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;
But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know, the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men :
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest ;
Presume not, that I am the thing I was.
For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me; and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten miles.
For competence of life, I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil :
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will,

according to your strength, and qua

lities, Give you advancement, lord,

Be it your charge, my

To see perform'd the tenor of our word. Set on. [Exeunt KING, and his Train. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound.

Shal. Ay, marry, sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Fal. That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him: look you, he must scem thus to the world. Fear not your advancement; I will be the man yet, that shall make you great.

Shal. I cannot perceive how; unless you give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand.

Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you heard, was but a colour.

Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, sir John.

Fal. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. Come, lieutenant Pistol; - come, Bardolph : — I shall be sent for soon at night. [Exeunt.

Re-enter PRINCE JOHN, the Chief Justice,
Officers, &c.

P. John. I like this fair proceeding of the king's;
He hath intent, his wonted followers
Shall all be very well provided for;
But all are banish'd, till their conversations
Appear more wise and modest to the world.
Ch. Just. And so they are.

P. John. The king hath call'd his parliament, my lord.

8 Henceforward.

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