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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 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 disdained;
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,

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 not less happy, having such a 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;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
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 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

As things acquainted and familiar to us :
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.

[To the Lord Chief Justice, Our coronation done, we will accite, As I before remember'd, all our state:

And (God consigning to my good intents,)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,-
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's


Enter FalstAFF, Shallow, 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 carraways, and so forth ;--come, cousin Silence;—and then to bed.

Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal. Barren, barren, barren ; beggars all, beggars all, sir John :-marry, good air.—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. Now sit down, now sit down :-come, cousin. · Şil. 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 Mr 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.

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


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. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine, [Singing
And drink unto the leman mine ;
And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.

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 Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

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. 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.

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

[Exit Davy. Fal. Why, now you have done me right.

[TO SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. Sil. Do me right,

[Singing And dub me knight:

Samingo. Is't not so?

Fal. 'Tis so.

Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.

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

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