Preferving life in med'cine potable:

But thou, moft fine, moft honour'd, moft renown'd,

Haft eat thy bearer up. Thus, Royal Liege,

Accufing 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 fwell my thoughts to any ftrain of pride,
any rebel or vain spirit of mine

If

Did with the leaft affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the Might of it;
Let heav'n for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the pooreft vaffal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Henry. O my fon!

Heav'n put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou might'ft win the more thy father's love,
Pleading fo wifely in excufe of it.

Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel,
That ever I fhall breathe. Heav'n knows, my fon,
By what by paths and indirect crook'd ways
I met this crown; and I my felf know well,
How troublesome it fate upon my head.
To thee it shall defcend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation :
For all the foil of the atchievement goes
With me into the earth. It feem'd in me
But as an Honour snatch'd with boift'rous hand,
And I had many living to upbraid

My gain of it by their affiftances;

Which daily grew to quarrel and to blood-fhed,
Wounding fuppofed peace. All these bold fears,
Thou feeft, 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 purchased,
Falls upon thee in a much fairer fort;
So thou the garland wear'ft fucceffively.

Yet

Yet though thou ftand'st more fure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, fince griefs are green;
And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends,
Have but their ftings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whofe fell working I was first advanc'd,
And by whofe pow'r I well might lodge a fear,
To be again difplac'd: which to avoid
I cut them off, and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land;
Left Reft and lying ftill might make them look
Too near into my State. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy courfe to bufy giddy minds

With foreign Quarrels; that action, hence, borne out,
May wafte the memory of former days.
More would I, but my Lungs are wasted so,
That ftrength of speech is utterly deny'd me.
How I came by the Crown, O God, forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live.
P. Henry. My gracious Liege,

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right must my Poffeffion be;
Which I with more than with a common pain,
'Gainft all the world, will rightfully maintain.

Enter Lord John of Lancaster, and Warwick. K. Henry. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancafter.

Lan. Health, peace and happinefs to my royal father!
K. Henry. Thou bring'ft me happiness and peace, fon
John;

But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd, Trunk. Upon thy fight
My worldly bufinefs makes a period.

Where is my lord of Warwick?

P. Henry. My lord of Warwick.

K. Henry. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. "Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord.

K. Henry. Laud be to God! ev'n there my life muft end. It hath been prophefy'd to me many years,

I should not die but in Jerufalem:

Which vainly I fuppos'd the Holy Land.

But bear me to that chamber, there I'll lye:
In that Jerufalem fhall Harry die.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, Shallow's Seat in Glofterfhire. Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, Bardolph, and

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Page.

SHALLOW.

Y cock and pye, Sir, you fhall not away to night.
What! Davy, I fay

Shallow.

Fal. You muft excufe me, mafter Robert

Shal. I will not excufe you; you fhall not be excufed. Excufes fhall not be admitted: there is no excufe thall ferve: you fhall not be excus'd. Why, Davy,

Davy. Here, Sir.

Enter Davy.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee, Davy, let me fee; yea, marry, William Cook, bid him come hither. -Sir John, you fhall not be excus'd.

Davy. Marry, Sir, thus: thofe precepts cannot be ferv'd; and, again, Sir, fhall we fow the head-land with wheat?

Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But, for William Cook, are there no young Pidgeons.

Davy. Yea, Sir-Here is now the Smith's note for fhooing, and plow-irons.

Shal. Let it be caft and paid-Sir John, you shall not be excus'd.

Davy. Now, Sir, a new link to the bucket must

needs

needs be had. And, Sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages about the fack he loft the other day at Hinckly Fair?

Shal. He fhall anfwer it. Some Pidgeons, Davy, a couple of fhort-legg'd Hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws: tell William Cook. Davy. Doth the man of war ftay all night, Sir? Shal. Yes, Davy. I will ufe him well. A friend i' th' 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 linnen.

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy bufiness, Dary.

Davy. I beseech you, Sir, to countenance William Vifor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Vifor; that Vifor 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 fome countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have ferv'd your Worship truly, Sir, thefe eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honeft man, I have but very little credit with your Worship. The knave is mine honest friend, Sir, therefore, I befeech your Worship, let him be countenanc'd.

Shal. Go to, I fay, he fhall have no wrong: look about, Davy. Where are you, Sir John? come, off with your boots. Give me your hand, mafter Bardolph.

Bard. I am glad to fee your Worship.

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

Fal. I'll follow you, good mafter Robert Shallow. [Exeunt Shallow, Silence, &c.] Bardolph, look to our

horfes.

horfes. I If I were faw'd into quantities, I fhould make four dozen of fuch bearded hermites-ftaves as mafter Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to fee the femblable coherence of his mens' fpirits and his: they, by obferving of him, do bear themfelves like foolih juftices; he, by converfing with them, is turn'd into a juftice-like fervingman. Their fpirits are fo married. in conjunction, with the participation of fociety, that they fock together in confent, like fo many wild Geefe. If I had a fuit to mafter Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of being near their mafter if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no man could better command his fervants. It is certain, that either wife Bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught, as men take difeafes, one of another : therefore let men take heed of their company. I will devife matter enough out of this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in continual laughter the wearing out of fix fashions, which is four terms or two actions, and he shall laugh without Intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie with a flight oath, and a jeft with a fad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his fhoulders. O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up,

Shal. [within.] Sir John

Fal. I come, mafter Shallow; I come, mafter Shallow.

[Exit Falstaff.

SCENE changes to the Court, in London.

Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Justice,

War. How now, my lord Chief Justice, whither Η

away?

Ch. Juft. How doth the King?

:

War. Exceeding well his cares are now all ended. Ch. Juft. I hope, not dead?

War. He's walk'd the way of Nature;

And to our purposes he lives no more.

Ch. Juft. I would, his Majefty had call'd me with

him.

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