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The why is plain, as way to parith-church ;
He whom a fool does very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the squand'ring glances of a fool.
Invest me in my motley, give me leave
"To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th' infected word,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou would'st do.
JAQ. What, for a counter, would I do but good ?
Duke. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin;
For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
And all th' embossed fores and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
JAQ. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party ?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
'Till that the very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I fay, the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ?
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her ;
When such a one as she, fuch is her neighbour?
Or what is he of bafest function,
That says his bravery is not on my coft ;
Thinking, that I mean him, but therein suits
His folly to the metal of my speech?
There then ; how then ? what then ? let me see whercia
My tongue has wrong'd him; if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe, flies
Unclaim'd of any man.
HENRY AND LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.
AM affur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
P. Henry. No ! might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me ?
What ! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prifon
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 the 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 feat 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 fpurn at your most royal image,
And mock your working in a second body,
Question your royal thoughts, make the case your's ;,
Be now the father, and propose a son ;
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd;
See your most dreadful laws so loosely Nlighted ;.
Behold yourself so by a son disdained,
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r so silencing your son.
After this bold confid’rance, sentence me ;
And, as you are a King, speak in your state,
What I have done that misbecame my place,
My perfon, or my Liege's sovereignty.
P.Henry. You areright, Justice, and you weigh this well;
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
And I do with 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 fon ;
And no less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness fo
Into the hand of Justice. You committed me; :
For which I do commit into
Thi unitained sword that you have us’d to bear;:
With this remembrance, that you use the same
With a like bold, just, and impartial fpirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand,
You shall be as a father to my youth :
My voice shall found 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
wild into his
For in his tomb lie my affections :
And with his fpirit fadly 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'd in vanity till now ;
Now doth it turn and ebb back to the fea,
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majefty.
Now call we our high court of Parliament ;
And let us chuse such limbs of noble counsely
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, fhall have foremoft hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite
(As I before remember'd) all our state,
And (Heav'n consigning to my good intents)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,
Heav'n shorten Harry's happy life one day.
Y Lord, I'll tell you ; that self bill is urg'd,
Whichin the eleventh year o'th'lalt. King's
Was like, and had indeed against us pafs’d,
But that the scrambling and unquiet time
Did push it out of further question.
Ely. But how, my Lord, shall we resist it now?
Cant. It must be thought on. If it pass against us,
We lose the better half of our possession :
For all the temporal lands which men devout
By testament have given to the church,
Would they strip from us; being valu'd thus ;
As much as would maintain, to the King's honour,
Full fifteen earls, and fifteen hundred knights,
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires ;
And to relief of lazars, and weak age
Of indigent faint souls, past corporal toil,
A hundred alms-houses, right well supply'd ;
And to the coffers of the king, beside,
A thousand pounds by th' year. Thus runs the bill.
Ely. This would drink deep.
CANT. 'Twould drink the cup and all,
ELY. But what prevention ?
Cant. The king is full of grace and fair regard.
Ely. And a true lover of the holy church.
Cant. The courses of his youth promis'd it not;
The breath no sooner left his father's body,
But that his wildness, mortify'd in him,
Seem'd to die too ; yea, at that very moment,
Consideration, like an angel, came,
And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
T'invelope and contain celestial spirits.
Never was such a sudden scholar made :
Never came reformation in a fiood