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Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow.

[Exit Falstaff


Westminster. A room in the palace.

War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither

away? Ch. Jus. How doth the king ? War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all

ended. Ch. Jus. I hope, not dead. War.

He's walk'd the way of nature; And, to our purposes, he lives no more.

Ch. Jus. 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

Ch. Jus. 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.


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

Ch. Jus. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
P. Hum. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.
P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to

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. Jus. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! P. Hum. 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 assured 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. Jus. Sweet princes, what I did I did in

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.


Ch. Jus. Good morrow; and Heaven save your

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


sadness with some fear.
This is the English, not the Turkish court:
Not Amurath an Amurath 1 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 assured,
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 ma-



i Amurath the third died in 1596. His son, who succeeded him, caused all his brothers to be strangled.

King. You all look strangely on me; and you most:

[to the Ch. Jus. You are, I think, assured I love you not.

Ch. Jus. I am assured, if I be measured 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 ? 1 May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? Ch. Jus. I then did use the


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, 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 naught; 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,


" A slight offence.

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 profaned,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd;
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



increase, Till you

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 unstain'd sword that you have used to bear; With this remembrance ;—that you use the same

| To treat with contempt the acts of your representative. ? In your regal character and office.

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