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But you misuse the reverence of your place ;
Employ the countonance and grace of Heaven
As a false favourite doth his prince's name'.
In deeds dishonourable ? You have taken up.
Under the counterfeited zeal of Heaven,
The subjects of Heaven's subtititute, my father;
And, both against the peace of Heaven and him,
Have here up-swarmed them.

Arch. Good my lord of Lancaster,

I am not here against your father's peace ;
Bat, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time misorder'd doth, in common sense.
Crowd us and crush us, to this monstrous form.
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief
(The which hath been with scorn shov'dfrom

the court).
Whereon this Hydra son of war is bom :
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd

asleep,
With grant of oar most just and right desires ;
And true obedience of this madness our*d,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Motoh. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.

Hast, And though we here fall down.

We have supplies to second our attempt ;
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them :
And so, success of mischief shall be born
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up.
Whiles England shall have generati<m.

P. John. Yon are too shallow, Hastings, much
too shallow.
To sound the bottom of the after-times.

West. Pleaseth your grace to answer them
directly.
How far-fortb yoc do like their articles ? [well :

P. John. I like them all, and do allow them
And swear here by the honour of mv blood.
My father's purposes have been mistook ;
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning and authority.
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XTpon my life, they thalL If this may please yon,
Discharge yoar powers imto their se^eralcoimties.
As we mUl otub : aod h*'re, between the armies,
Let's drink together friendly, and embrace;
That all their ey^B may bear those tokens home,
Of onr restored love and amity.
Areh, 1 take your princely word for these

redresses.
P. John, I give it yoa, /md will maintain my
word:
And thereupon I drink unto yonr grace.
Hast. Go, captain [to an Officer], and deliyer to
tbe army
ThiA news of peace : let them have pay, and part :
I know it will well please them ; Hie thee, captain.

[Exit Officer.
Aixh, To yon, my noble lord of Westmoreland.
West. I pledge yonr graoe : And, if yon knew
what pains
I baye bestow'd, to breed this present peaoe.
Ton would drink freely : hot my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.
Areh. I do not doubt yon.
West. I am glad of it :—

Health to my lord, and gentle cousin Mowbray.
Motob. You wish me health in very happy
For I urn, on the sndden, sometb^'ng ill. [season :
Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry ;
But heaviness foreruns tbe good event

West. Therefore be merry, ooz ; since sudden

sorrow

Serves to say thus, — Somo good thing oomes

to morrow.

Areh. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.

Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule

be true. [Shouts within.

P, John, Tbe word of peaoe is render d ; Hark,

how they about 1
Mowb, This had been cheerful after victory.
Arch. A peace is of tbe nature of a conquest ;
For tben both parties nobiy are subdued,
And neither party loser.

P. John. Go, my lord.

And let our army be discharged too.- [Exit West.
And, good my lord, so please yon, let our trains
March by ua, that we may peruse the men
We shoiUd have oop'd withal.

Areh. Go, good Lord Hastings,

And, ere they be dismiss'd let them march by.

[Exit Hast.
P. John, I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night
together.

Re-^nter Wbstmobelamb.

Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
West. The leaders, having charge from yon to
staud,
Will not go off until they bear you speak.
P, John. They know their duties.

Be -enter Hastimos.
Bast. My lord, our army is dispersed already:
Like youthful steers unyok'd, they took tbeir

course
East, west, north.sonth ; orjike a school broke up,
Each hurries towards his home and sporting-
place.
Wesi, Good tidings, my Lord Hastings ; for the
which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason :
And you, lord archbishop, — and you. Lord Mow-
Of capital treason I attach you both. [bray.
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West. Is your assembly so?
Arch. Will you thus break your faith t
P, John. I pawn'd thee none.

Tpromised you redress of these same grievances.

Whereof you did complain; which, by mine
honour,

I will perform with a most Christian care.

But for yon, rebels, look to taste the due

Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours.

Most shallowly did you these arms commence.

Fondly brought here, an^ foolishly sent hence.

Strike up our drums, pursue the scattered stray;

Heaven, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death ;

Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.

[Exeunt.

SCENE nL— ^no^r p<irt of the Forest,

Alarums: Excursions. Enter FALffSArw and
CoLEViLE, meeting.

.FoZ. What's your name sir? of what condition
are you, and of what place, I pray ?

Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is
Colevile of the dale.

Fal. Well, then, Culevlle is your name ; a
knight is yonr decree ; and your place, the dale:
Culevile shall f till be yonr name ; a traitor \our
d( gree ; and the dungeon your place,— a place
deep enough ; so shall you be still Colevile of
the dale.

Cole. Are not you Sir John Falstaff ?

Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am.
Do ye yield, sir ? or shall I sweat for you ? H I
do sweat, they are the drops of thy lovers, and
they weep for thy death; therefore rouse up
fear and trembling, and do observance to my
mercy.

Cole. I think yon are Sir John Falstaff ; and,
in that thought yield me.

Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this
belly of mine ; and not a tongue of them all speaks
any other word but my name. An I had but a
belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most
active fellow in Europe : My womb, my womb,
my womb undoes me. — Here comes onr generaL

Enter Prince John of Lancaster, W£stmobh-
LAMD, <md others,

P. John. The heat is past,f ollow no fturther now;
Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland. —

[Exit W EST.
Now, Falstaff, where baye you been aU this

while?
When everything is ended then you come:
These tardy tricks of yours wUl, on my life,
One time or other break some p allows' back.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should
be thus; I never knew yet but rebuke and check
was the reward of valour. Do you think me a
swallow, an arrow, or a bullet? have I, in my
poor and old motion, the expedition of thought ?
I have speeded hither with the vsry extremest
inch of possibility ; I have foundered nine-score
and odd posts : and here, travel-tainted a§ I am,
have, in my pure and immaculate valour, taken
Sir John Colevile of the dale, a most furious
knight and valorous enemy : But what of that?
he saw me, and yielded ; that I may justly say
with the hook-nosed fellowof Bome,I came, saw,
and overcame.

P. John, It wa9 more of his courtesy than your

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FiU, I know not; here he is, aud here I >ield
him : and I beseech your grace, let it be booked
with the rest of this day's deeds ; or, I swear, I
will have it in a particolar ballad else, with mine
own piotnre on tbe top of it, Colevile kissiug my
foot: To the whif b coarse if I be enforced, if yon
do not all sbow like gilt twopences to me, and I,
in tbe clear sky of fame, o'ersbine yon as mncb
as tbe fall moon doth the cinders of tbe element,
which sbow like pins' heads to her ; belieTe iiot
the word of the noble : Therefore let me have
rigbt, and let desert meant.

P. John. Tbino's too heavy to meant.

Fal. Let it sbine then.

P. John. Tbiue's too thick to shine.

Fal. Let it do sometbiu^, my good lord, that
may do me good, and call it wbat yoa wilL

P. John. Is thy name Colevile ?

Oole. It is, my lord.

P. John. A famous rebel art thoa, Colevile.

Fal. And a famoas trae sabject took him.

Cole. I am, my lord, bat as my betters are.
That led me hither : had they been raled by me,
Too should have won them dearer than yon have.

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves :
bat then, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away ;
and I thank thee for thee.

Be-enUr Wlstmobeland.

P. John. Have yon left pursuit ?

West. Betroat is made, aud execution stayed.

P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates,
To York, to present execution : —
Blunt, leistd him hence ; and see you guard him
sure. [Exeunt some with Colevile.
And now despatch we toward the court, my lords ;
I hear, the king my father is sore sick :
Our news shall go before us to his majesty, —
Whicb, cousin, yoa shall bear, — to comfort him;
And we with sober speed will follow you.

Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to
go through Glostersliire : and, when you come
to court, stand my good lord, pray, in your good
report.

P. John, Fare you well, Falstaff : I, In my
condition,
Shall better speak of yoo than yoa deserve.

[Bseit.

Fal. I woold yoa had but tbe wit: Hwere
better than your dukedom.— Good faith, this
same young sober-blooded boy doth not love me ;
nor a man cannot make him laugh ; — ^but that's
no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never
any of these demure boys come to any proof ;
for thin drink doth so over-cool their blood, and
making many fl&h-meals, tbat they fall into a kind
of male green sickness : and then, when they
marry, they get wenches : they are generally
fools and cowards : — which some of as should be
too, but for inflammation. A good sherris-sack
hath a two-fold operation in it. It ascends me
into tbe brain : dries me there all the foolihh,
and dall, and crudy vapoors wbich environ it :
makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, fall of
nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes ; which de-
livered o'er to the voice (the tongue,) which is the
birth,becomesexcelleutwit. The second property
of your excellent sherris is, — the warming of the
blood ; wbich, before cold and .settled, left the
liver white and pale, which is the badge of pusil-
lanimity and cowardice : but the sherris warms
fl and makes it course from the inwards to the
parts extreme. It illumiuateih the face, which,



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as a beacon, givet warning to aU the rest of this
little kingdom, man, to arm : and then the vital
commoners, and inland petty spirits, master me
all to their captain, the heurt ; who, great, and
puffed up with bis retinae, doth any deed of
courage ; and tbis valour comes of sherris : So
tbat skill in the weapon is nothing without sack;
for that seta it a- work ; and learning a mere hoard
of gold kept by a devil; till sack commences it.
and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that
Prince Harry is valiant : for the cold blood he
did naturally inherit of bis father, he hath, like
lean, sterile, aud bare land, manured, husbanded,
and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking
good and good store of fertile sherris ; that he is
become very hot and valiant. If I had a thoasand
sous, the first principle I would teach them should
be,— to forsweur thin potations, and to addict
themselves to sack.

Enter Babdolph.

How DOW, Bardolph f

Bard. The army is discharged all, and gone.

Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostt^rsbhw ;
and there will I visit Master Robert Shallow,
etjqnire ; I have him already tempering between
my finger aud my thumb, aud shortly will I seal
with bun. Come away. [Exeunt,

8C£NE IV.— Westminster. A Boom in the
Palace.

Ent^r King Hbnrt, Clarenob, Prince HuK-
PHBBT, Wabwiok, and others.

K. Hen. Now, lords, if Heaven doth give
successful end
To this debate tbat bleedeth at oar doors.
We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
Aud draw no swords but what are sanctified.
Our navy is address'd, our power collected,
Onr substitutes in absence well invested,
And everything lies level to our wish :
Only we want a little personal strength ;
And pause us, till these rebels, now nfoot.
Come underneath the yoke of govi rnment.
War. Both which we doubt not bat yonr
majesty
Shall soon enjoy.
K. Hen Humphrey, my son of Oloster, where

is the prince your brother ?
P. Humph. I think he's gone to bnnt, my

lord, at Windsor.
K. Hen. And how accompanied?
P. Humph, 1 do not know, my lord.

K, Hen. lanot his brother, Thomas of Clarenoe,

with him ?
P. Humph. No, my good lord ; he is in presence

here.
Ola. What would my lord and father f
K. Hen. Nothing bat well to thee, Thomas of
Clatence,
How chance thou art not with the prince thj

brother?
He loves thee,and thoa dost neglecthim,Thomas;
Thou hast a better place in his affection
Than all thy brotherB : cLerL^h it, my 2a^ ,-
And noble offices thou mayst effect
Of mediation, after I am dead,
Between his greatness and thy other brethren.
Therefore, omit him not ; blunt not his love:
Nor lose Uie good advantage of his graoe,
By seeming coH or careless of his wilL
For he is gracious, if he be obsMrv'd. t

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He hath » tear for pity, and a nand
Open aa day for melting charity :
Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint ;
Aa homonrons as winter, and aa sndnen
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, most be well obseiT'd :
Chide him for faolts, and do it reverently,
When jron perceiye his blood inolin'd to mirth :
Bat, b^g moody, give him line and scope ;
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Oonfoond themselves with working. Learn this,

Thomas,
And thoa shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold to bind thy brothers in ;
That the anited vessel of their blood,
Hingled with venom of snggestion,
(As force perforce, the age will poor it in),
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aoonitom, or rash gnn powder.

da. I shall observe him with aU care and love.
K. Ben. Why art thon not at Windsor with

him, Thomas ?
Ola. He is not there to-day; he dines in London.
K. Hen. And how accompanied: canst thon

tell that?
Cfla. With Poins, and other, hiioonthinal fol-

lowers. [weeds ;

K. Ben. Most subject is the fattest soil to
And he, the noble image of my youth.
Is overspread with them : Therefore my grief
Stretches itself beyond the hoar of death ;
The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape
In forma imagiuary, the nngniWed days
And rotten times that voa shall look npon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no carb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsf^llors.
When means and lavish manners meet t<'>>;ether,
0, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril, and oppos'd decay t
War, My gracious lord, yon look beyond him

ouite:
The prince but studies his companions,
Like a strange tongue : wherein, to gain the

language,
'TIS needful that the most immodest word
Be look'd upon and learn 'd : which once attained,
Tour highness knows comes to no further use.
But to be known and bated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will, in the perfectuess of time.
Cast off his followers : and their memory
Shall as a ^tem or a measure live,
By which ms grace must mete the lives of others;
Taming past evils to advantages.
K. Ben. 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave

her comb [land ?

In the dead carrion. — Who's here f Westmore-

£nt€r WaSTMOBELAND.

WisL Health to my sovereign I and new hap-
piness
Added to that that I am to deliver I
Prince John, your son, doth kiss yoor grace's

hand:
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your law ;
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd.
But peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your highness read ;
With every course, in his particular.
£. Ben. Westmoreland, thoa art a summer
Mrd,



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Which ever in th^t haunch of winter sings
The lifting np of day. Look I here's more news.

Enter Habcoubt.

Bar. From enemies Heaven keep yoor ma jeaty :
And, when they stand against von, may they f^
As those that I am come to tell yon of I
The £arl of Korthnmberiand, and the Lord

Bardolph,
With a great power of English and of Soots,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown :
The manner and true order of the fight.
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
K. Ben. And wherefore should this good news
make me sick r
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters 7
She either gives a stomach, and no food,—
Such are the poor, in health ; or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach,— snch are the rich
That have abundance, and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news ;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
me I come near me, now I am much iU.

ISwoone.
P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty 1
Cla. my royal father t

Weet. 'Mj sovereign lord, cheer np yourself,

look up I
War. Be patient, princes; yon do know,
these fits
Are with his highness very ordinary.
Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be
well.
Ola, No, no; he oannot long hold out these
pangs;
The incessant care and labour of his mind
Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in,
So thin , that life looks through, and will break out.
P. Humph. The people fear me ; for they do
observe
Unfather'd heirs, and loathly births of nature .
The Feasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep, and leaped them
over.
Ola. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb
between :
And the old folk, time's doting chroniclea.
Say it did so, a little time before
That our great-gran(l8irc,Edward,sick'd and died.
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king re-
covers.
P. Bumph. This apoplexy will, eertafai, be hii
end. [hence

K. Hen. I pray you, take me np, and bear me
Into some other chamber : softly, pray.

IThe'f convey the Kino into an inner part
of the room, and place him on a bed.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle Menda ;
Unless some dull and favourable hand
Will whisper music to my weary spirit.
War. Call for the music in the other room.
K.Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he cnanges much.
War. Less noise, less noise.

Bnt4r Prince Hbhbt.

P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarenee f
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
P. Hen. How now I rain within doors, and
none abroad 1
How doth the king ? ^ . ,

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420 KING HENRY

P. Hen, Heard-he the good newa yo(?

Tell it him.

P. Humph. He altered mach npon the hearing it.

P, Hen. If he be siok with joy, he will recover
withoat pbyaic.

War, Not so mneh noise, my lords ; sweet
prince, speak low ;
Slie king your father is dispos'd to sleep.

Cla. Let as withdraw into the other room.

War, Will't please yoor graoe to go along
with as ?

P, E€n, No ; I will sit and watch here by the
king. {Exeunt all but P. Henry.
Why doth the crown lie there npon his pillow,
Being so tioablesome a bedfellow 7
polished pertarbation 1 golden care t
That keep'st the ports of slomber open wide
To many a watchful night 1— sleep with it now I
Yet not so soond, and half so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely oiggin bound,
Bnores oat the watch of night. majesty 1
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost tit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather which stirs not :
Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
Peiloloe most move. I^y graoioa« lordl my

father I
This sleep is sound indeed : this is a sleep,
That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd
So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
Li tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood ;
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shan, dear father, pay thee plenteoasly :
My due, from thee, is this imperial crown :
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo here it sits, —

[Putting it on his head.
Which Qeaven shall guard : And put the world's

whole strength
Into one giant arm, it shall not force
This lineal honour ifrom me : This from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit.

K, Hen. Warwick I Oloster I Clarence I

Be-enter Warwick, and the rest.
Ola, Doth the king call f

War. What would your majesty f How fares

your grace ?
K, Hen. Why did you leave me here alone,

my lords ?
Ola. We left the prince my brother here, my
liege.
Who undertook to dt and watch l^yyou.
K. Hen. The Prince of Wales ? Where is he?
let me see him.
He is not here.

War. This door is open ; he is gone this way.
P, Humph. He came not through the dliam-

ber where we stay'd.
K, Hen. Where is the crown f who took it
from my pillow ? [here.

War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it
K, Hen. The prince hathta'en it hence; — go,
seek him out.
Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
My sleep my death ?

Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither.
[Exit Warwick.
This part of his conjoins with my disease.
And helps to end me— See, eons, what things yon

arel
How quickly nature falls into revolt



IV — PART IL
When gold becomes her object !
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, theix

brains with care,
Theur bones with industry ;
For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold ;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises :
When, like the bee, culling from every flower
The virtuous sweets ; [honey,

Onr thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with
We bring it to the hive ; and, like the bees.
Are murther'd for our pains. This bitter taste
Yields his engrossments to the ending father.

Be-enter Warwick.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd me f
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next

room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks ;
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow,
That ty^ranny, which never quaffd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
K. Hen. Bat wherefore did he take away the

crown?

Be-enter Prinob Hbkrt.
Lo, where he comes; — Come hit^ to me,

Harry: —
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

[Exeunt Clabence, Prince Humfhrkt,
Lords, ite.
P.Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again
K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Hairy, to that

thought :
I stay too long for thee, I weary thee.
Dost thou so hanger for my empty chair.
That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine

honours
Before thy hour be ripe ? foolish youth 1
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhehn

thee.
Stay but a little ; for my cloud of dignibr
Is held from falling with so weak a wind,
That it will quickly drop ; my day is dim.
Thoo haststol'n that, which, after some few hours
Were thine without offence ; and, at my death.
Thou hast seal'd np my expectation :
Thy life did manifest thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die assured of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.
What I canst thou not forbear me half an hour ?
Then get thee gone ; and dig my grave thyself ;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearst
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head :
Only compound me with forgotten 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 I
Down, royal state ! all you sage oounsellers, heiuM
And to the English court assemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness I
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of ^our scum.
Have you a mffian that will swear, drmk, danoe^
Bevel the night ; rob, murder, and oommit
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The oldest 07di tbe Dew(»it Und of ways?
Be happ7» be will trouble yon no more :
England shall donble gild bis treble guilt :
England shall giro him office, honour, might :
For tbe fifth Harry from cnrb'd licence plucks
The mazzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent.

mj poor kingdom, sick with civil blows 1
When that my care conld not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thoa do when riot is thy care ?

0, thoa wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with woWes, — thy old inhabitants I
P. HeH, 0, pardon me, my liege t hot for my



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