never had the ache1 in his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up. Shal. [within.] Sir John!

Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. [Exit FALSTAFF.

SCENE II.

Westminster. A Room in the Palace.

Enter WARWICK, and the Lord Chief Justice.

War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away? Ch. Just. How doth the king?

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

War.

He's walk'd the way of nature;

And, to our purposes, he lives no more.

Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me with

him:

The service that I truly did his life,

Hath left me open to all injuries.

War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not. Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm myself,

To welcome the condition of the time;

Which cannot look more hideously upon me

Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREY, CLARENCE, WESTMORELAND, and Others.

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry;

O, that the living Harry had the temper

Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!

low, one whose disposition to merriment time and pain have not yet impaired.

How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.

P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to speak. War. We do remember; but our argument

Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!

Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier !

P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed :

And I dare swear, you borrow not that face

Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.

P. John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find,

You stand in coldest expectation:

I am the sorrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise.

Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair Which swims against your stream of quality.

Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;

And never shall you see, that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.-
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.

Enter King HENRY V.

Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty !

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think.

Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear;

;

This is the English, not the Turkish court;
Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,

But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you;
Sorrow so royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on,

And wear it in my heart.

Why then, be sad;
But entertain no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd,
I'll be your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.
Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.

P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty. King. You all look strangely on me:-and you most; [To the Chief Justice.

You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.

Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
King, No!

How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?

What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The immediate heir of England! Was this easy?3
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,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,

2

not the Turkish court;] Not the court where the prince that mounts the throne puts his brothers to death.

3

Was this easy?] That is, was this not grievous? Shakspeare has easy in this sense elsewhere. JOHNSON.

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,7
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,

Till you do live to see a son of mine

Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

4 To trip the course of law,] To defeat the process of justice; a metaphor taken from the act of tripping a runner.

5 And mock your workings in a second body.] To treat with contempt your acts executed by a representative.

6

— and propose a son:] i. e. image to yourself a son, contrive for a moment to think you have one.

7 in your state,] In your regal character and office, not with the passion of a man interested, but with the impartiality of a legislator. JOHNSON.

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 30

Into the hands of justice. You did commit me :
For which, I do commit into your hand

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you

The unstained sword that you have us❜d to bear;
With this remembrance", -That 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, 1
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

8 remembrance,] That is, admonition.

9 My father is gone twild - The meaning is - My wild dispositions having ceased on my father's death, and being now as it were buried in his tomb, he and wildness are interred in the same grave.

with his spirit sadly I survive,] Sadly is the same as soberly, seriously, gravely. Sad is opposed to wild. JOHNSON.

ocean.

the state of floods,] i. e. dignity of floods, or of the