O, thou wilt be a wilderness again, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, [Kneeling. The moist impediments unto my speech, I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, And never live to show th' incredulous world And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending, Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. Preserving life in med'cine potable: But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, 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 swell my thoughts to any strain of pride; any rebel or vain spirit of mine If Did, with the least affection of a welcome, That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; And hear, I think, the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my son, 1 met this crown; and I myself know well, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, So thou the garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could dɔ, And all thy friends, which thou must make thy friends, I cut them off; and had a purpose now Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; Enter Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, WARWICK, Lords, and others. K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father! K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace, son John; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight, Where is my lord of Warwick? My lord of Warwick › K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land:- [Exeunt ACT V. SCENE I.-Glostershire. A hall in Shallow's house. Enter SHALLOW, Falstaff, BarDOLPH, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away tonight. What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused.-Why, Davy! Davy. Here, sir. Enter DAVY Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see:-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.Sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Marry, sir, thus ;-those precepts cannot be served: and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat? But for William Shal. With red wheat, Davy. cook ;- -Are there no young pigeons? Davy. Yes, sir.— -Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons. Shal. Let it be cast, and paid:-sir John, you shall not be excused. Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had:-And, sir, do you mean to stop any o. William's wages, about the sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair? Shal. He shall answer it :- -Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton: and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use 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 backbite. Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy. Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill. Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge. Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir: |