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 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 th' 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; [renown'd,
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most
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 murther'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 Heaven 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.
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 answered:
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument; and now my death
Changes the mood: for what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;

So thou the garland wear st successively. [do,
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could
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 ont; /
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 Heaven 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 Jorм 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 Heaven!-even there my
life must end.

It hath been prophesied to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy Land:-
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie;
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. [Exeunt

SCENE I.-Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's House.

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!

Davy. Here, sir.

Enter DAVY.

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. 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 backbite.

Davy. No worse than they are bitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. [ness, Favy.

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy busiDavy. 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, these 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 band, 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 and Page.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's-staves as Master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing of 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 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 Henry 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 he

with a slight oath, and a jest with a sad brow, will

do with a fellow that never bad the ache in his

shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.

Shal. [Within.] Sir John!

Fal. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master
Shallow.
[Exit FALSTAff.
A Room in the

SCENE II.-Westminster.
Palace.

Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief Justice.
War. How now, my Lord Chief Justice?
whither away?

Ch. Just. How doth the king?
War. Exceeding well; his cares are now al
ended.

Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.

War.

He's walk'd the way of nature;
And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. Just. I would his majesty had call'd me
with him:

The service that I truly did his life
Hath left me open to all injuries.

War. Indeed, I think the young king loves you not.

Ch. Just. I know he doth not; and do arm myself,

To welcome the condition of the time;
Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREY, CLAR-
ENCE, 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, good

morrow.

P. Humph., Cla. Good morrow, cousin. P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

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 indeed:

And I dare swear you borrow not that face
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 't were otherwise. Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John Fal. staff fair,

Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did I did in
honour,

Led by th' 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 sav70 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 succeeds, But Harry Harry: Yet be sal, 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 burthen 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 [To the Chief Justice.

most:

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
hope forget

So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
Th' 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
The image of his power lay then in me: [father:
And, in th' 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,
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 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,
And mock your workings in a second body.
Question your royal thoughts, make the case
Be now the father, and propose a son: [yours;
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,
And, in your power, soft silencing your son:
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.

So shall I live to speak my father's words:-
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
That dares do justice to my proper son
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of Justice.-You did commit me,
Th' unstained sword that you have us'd to bear
For which, I do commit unto your hand
With this remembrance,-That yon 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 ont
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.

Now call we our high court of parliament:

And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation;
That the great body of our state may go

As things acquainted and familiar to us ;---
That war, or peace, or both at once, may bo
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite,
[To the Lord Chief Justice.
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (Heaven consigning to my good intents)
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's House.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLLOW, 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. You have here a goodly dwelling, and rich.

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. 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 praise Heaven for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrily,

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. [Singing.]

Be merry, be merry, my wife has all;

For women are shrews, both short and tall;
'Tis merry in hal, 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.

Sil. Who, I? I have been merry twice and

once, ere now.

Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats for you. [Setting them before BARDOLPH.

Shal. Davy,

Davy. Your worship?—I'll be with you straight. [To BARD.-A cup of wine, sir? Sil. [Singing.]

A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the leman mine;
And a merry heart lives long-a.

Fal. Well said, Master Silence.

Sil. If we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you,Master Silence. Sil. [Singing.]

Fill the cup, and let it come:

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou want'st 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.

Dany. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. Au I might see you there, Davy,Shal. You'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, Master Bardolph ?

Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. 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.

Sil. [Singing.]

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base !--
Sir John, I am thy Pistol aud 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 prithee, now deliver them like a man
of this world.

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

I speak of Africa and golden joys.

Fal. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy news? Let King Cophetua know the truth thereof. Sil. [Sings.]

Pist.

And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John. Shall dunghill curs confront the And shall good news be baffled? [Helicons? Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap. Shal. Honest gentleman, know not your breeding.

Pist. Why, then, lament, therefore.

Shal. Give me pardon, sir;-If, sir, you come with news from the court, I take it there is bot two ways; either to utter them, or to conceal them. I am, sir, under the king, in some authority. Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak or die. Shal. Under King Harry. Pist. Shal. Harry the Pist.

Harry the Fourth? or Fifth?
Fourth.

A foutra for thine office!-
Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Harry the Fifth's the man. I speak the truth
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me like
The bragging Spaniard.

Fal. What! is the old king dead?

Pist. As nail in door: the things I speak are

just.

Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door, there: Ho! who knocks?

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 unto 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.-London. A Street. Enter Beadles, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY and DOLL TEAR-SHEET.

Host. Ne, thou arrant knave; I would I might die that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me: and she shall have whipping cheer enough, I warrant her; there hath been a man or two lately killed about her.

Doll. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripe-visaged rascal; an the child I now go with do miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

Host. O that Sir John were come! he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I would the fruit of her womb might miscarry!

among them.

Doll. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a censer! I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue! you filthy famished correctioner; if you be not swinged, I'll forswear Lalf-kirtles.

1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant,

come.

Host. O, that right should thus o'ercome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease.

Doll. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

Host. Yes; come you starved blood-hound. Doll. Goodman death; goodman bones! Host. Thou atomy, thou!

Doll. Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! 1 Bead. Very well. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-A public place near Westminster Abbey.

Enter two Grooms, strewing rushes.

1 Groom. More rushes, more rusbes. 2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. 1 Groom. It will be two of the clock ere they come from the coronation. [Exeunt Grooms. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and the PAGE.

Fal. Stand here by me,Master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him, as he comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Pist. Bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me-O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I bor. rowed of you. [To SHALLOW.] But it is no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

Fal. Save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

Fal. 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 dreamed 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, bence, 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 per-
ceive.

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,
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,—
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,-
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
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 qualities,
Give you advancement.-Be it your charge, my

lord,

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.