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A wise King, and a BOLD and IMPARTIAL Judge, INSTANCED IN THE CONDUCT OF HENRY V. AND LORD
CHIEF JUSTICE GASCOIGNE.
(SHAKESPEARE:) CH. JUST. I AM assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
P. HENRY. No! might a Prioce of my great hopes 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 father; The image of his power lay then in me: And in th' administration of his law, While I was busy for the commonwealth, Your Highness pleased to forget my place, The majesty and pow'r 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 naught, 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 RoyaNimage, And mock your working in a second body. 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; And in your pow'r so silencing your son. After this cold consid'rance, sentence nie;' 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.. · P. HENRY. 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 no less happy, having such a son, That would deliver up his greatness so Into the hand of justice. You committed me; For which I do commit into your hand Th' unstained sword that you have us'd to bear; With this remembrance, that you use the same With a 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 expectations of the world ; To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out. Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down After my seeming. Though my tide of blood Hath proudly flow din 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 chuse 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. Our coronation done, we will accite (As 1 before remember'd) all our state And (Heay'n consigning to my good intents) No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say, Heav'n shorten Harry's happy life ore day.
The VANITY of Power and the Misery of Kings: A DIALOGUE BETWEEN SCROOP AND RICHARD II.
K. Rich. Mine ear is open and mine heart prepard;
Scroop. Glad am I that your Highness is so arm’d
K. Rich. Too well, too well thou tell’st a tale so ill.
No matter where; of comfort no man speak.
Our lands, our lives, and all, are Bolingbroke's ;
The UPBRAIDINGs of a FATHER, and the Piery
of a SON: A DIALOGUE BETWEEN KING HENRY IV. AND PRINCE
(SHAKESPEARE.) P. HENRY. I NEVER thought to hear you speak again. K. Henry. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thoughta stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours, 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 Is held from falling with so weak a wind, That it will quickly drop ; my day is dim.
Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours,
P. HENRY. O pardon me, my Liege! but for my tears,