For the Fifth Harry, from curb'd Licence plucks
The muzzle of Restraint, and the wild Dog
Shall flefh his Tooth in every Innocent.

O my poor Kingdom, fick with civil Blows,
When that my Care could not with-hold thy Riots,
What wilt thou do, when Riot is thy Care?
O, thou wilt be a Wilderness again,
Peopled with Wolves, thy old Inhabitants.
P. Henry. O pardon me, my Liege,
But for my Tears,

[Kneeling.

The moft Impediments unto my Speech,
I had fore-ftall'd this dear and deep Rebuke,
Ere you, with Grief, had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it fo far. There is your Crown,
And he that wears the Crown immortally,
Long guard it yours; if I affect it more,
Than as your Honour, and as your Renown,
Let me no more from this Obedience rife,
Which my moft true and inward dutious Spirit
Teacheth this proftrate and exterior bending.
Heav'n witnefs with me, when I here came in,
And found no courfe of Breath within your Majefty,
How cold it ftruck my Heart. If I do feign,
O let me, in my prefent wildness, die,
And never live, to fhew th'incredulous World,
The noble change that I have purposed.
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead almoft, my Liege, to think you were)
I fpake unto the Crown, as having fense,

And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending,
Hath fed upon the Body of my Father,

Therefore, thou beft of Gold art worst of Gold,
Other, lefs fine in Carrat, is more precious,

Preferving Life, in Med'cine potable:

But thou, moft fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,

Haft eat the Bearer up.

Thus, my Royal Liege,

Accufing it, I put it on my Head,

To try with it, as with an Enemy,

That had before my Face murder'd my Father,

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The Quarrel of a true Inheritor:

But if it did infect my Blood with Joy,
Or fwell my Thoughts to any ftrain of Pride,
If any Rebel, or vain Spirit of mine,
Did, with the leaft Affection of a Welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let Heav'n for ever keep it from my Head,
And make me as the pooreft Vaffal is,

That doth with Awe and Terror kneel to it.
K. Henry. O my Son!

Heav'n put it in thy mind to take it hence,
That thou might'ft join the more thy Father's Love,
Pleading fo wifely, in excufe of it.

Come hither Harry, fit thou by my Bed,
And hear, I think, the very latest Counsel
That ever I fhall breath. Heav'n knows, my Son,
By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd-ways.
I met this Crown; and I my felf know well
How troublesome it fate upon my Head..
To thee, it fhall defcend with better Quiet,
Better Opinion, better Confirmation :
For all the Soil of the Atchievement goes
With me, into the Earth. It seem'd in me,
But as an Honour fnatch'd with boift'rous Hand,
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it, by their Affiftances,

Which daily grew to Quarrel, and to Blood-fhed,
Wounding fuppofed Peace. All these bold Fears,
Thou feeft, with peril, I have answered:
For all my Reign hath been but as a Scene
Acting that Argument. And now my Death
Changes the Mode: For what in me was purchas'd,
Falls upon thee, in a more fairer fort.

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So thou the Garland wear'ft fucceffively;

Yet, though thou ftand'ft more fure, than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, fince Griefs are green
And all thy Friends, which thou must make thy Friends,
Have but their Stings, and Teeth, newly ta'en out;
By whofe fell working, I was first advanc'd,
And by whofe Power, I well might lodge a Fear

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To be again difplac'd. Which to avoid,
I cut them off, and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land;

Left Reft, and lying ftill, might make them look
Too near unto my State. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy Course to bufie giddy Minds

With Foreign Quarrels; that Action, hence born out,
May wafte the Memory of the former Days.
More would I, but my Lungs are wasted so,
That ftrength of Speech is utterly deny'd me.
How I came by the Crown, O Heaven forgive:
And grant it may, with thee, in true Peace live.
P.Henry. My gracious Liege,

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right muft my Poffeffion be;
Which I, with more, than with a common Pain,
Gainst all the World, will rightfully maintain.
Enter Lord John of Lancaster and Warwick,

K. Henry. Look, look,

Here comes my John of Lancaster.
Lan. Health, Peace and Happiness

To my Royal Father.

K. Henry. Thou bring'ft me Happiness, Son John,
But Health, alack, with youthful Wings is flown
From this bare, wither'd Trunk. Upon thy fight
My worldly Business makes a Period.
Where is my Lord of Warwick?
P.Henry. My Lord of Warwick.'

K. Henry. Doth any Name particular belong
Unto the Lodging, where I first did swoon?
War. 'Tis call'd Jerufalem, my noble Lord.
K Henry. Laud be to Heav'n:

Even there my Life muft end.

It hath been prophefy'd to me many Years,
I fhould not die but in Jerufalem:
Which, vainly, I fuppos'd the Holy Land.
But bear me to that Chamber, there I'll lye:
In that Jerufalem, fhall Harry die.

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ACT

ACT V. SCENE

1.

Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, Bardolph, Page, and Davy. Shal.DY Cock and Pye you fhall not away to Night. Shal.B what, Davy, I fay.

Fal. You muft excufe me, Master Robert Shallow.

Shal. I will not excufe you: You fhall not be excused. Excufes fhall not be admitted: There is no Excufe fhall ferve: You fhall not be excus'd.

Why Davy.

Davy. Here, Sir.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee, Davy, let me fee ; William, Cook, bid him come hither

not be excus'd.

Sir John, you fhall

Davy. Marry, Sir, thus: Thofe Precepts cannot be ferv'd; and again, Sir, fhall we fow the head-land with Wheat? Shal. With read Wheat, Davy. But, for William, Cook; are there no young Pidgeons?

Davy. Yea, Sir.

Here is now the Smith's Note for Shooing,
And Plough-Irons.

Shal. Let it be caft, and paid-Sir John, you fhall not be excus❜d.

Davy. Sir, a new link to the Bucket must needs be had. And, Sir, do you mean to ftop any of William's Wages about the Sack be loft the other day at Hinckley Fair?

Shal. He fhall anfwer it.

Some Pigeons, Davy, a couple of fhort-legg'd Hens; a joint of Mutton, and any pretty little tiny Kickshaws, tell William Cook.

Davy. Doth the Man of War ftay all Night, Sir?

Shal. Yes, Davy.

I will ufe 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 back-bite.

Davy. No worse than they are bitten, Sir; for they have marvellous foul Linnen.

Shal:

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy. Davy. I befeech you, Sir,

To countenance William Vifer of Woncot, against Clement Perkes of the Hill.

Shal. There are many Complaints, Davy, against that Vifor, that Vifor is an arrant Knave, on my Knowledge.

Davy. I grant your Worship that he is a Knave, Sir; but yet, Heav'n forbid, Sir, but a Knave fhould have fome countenance at his Friends requeft. An honeft Man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a Knave is not. I have ferv'd your Worship truly, Sir, these eight Years; and if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter bear out a Knave against an honeft Man, I have but a very little credit with your Worship. The Knave is mine honeft Friend, Sir, therefore, I befeech your Worship, let him be countenanc'd.

Shal. Go too,

Ifay he fhall have no Wrong: Look about, Davy. Where are you, Sir John? Come, off with your Boots. Give me your Hand, Mafter Bardolph.

Bard. I am glad to fee your Worthip.

Shal. I thank thee, with all my Heart, kind Master Bardolph, and welcome, my tall Fellow: [To the Page Come, Sir John.

Fal. I'll follow you, good Master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our Horfes. If I were faw'd into Quantities, I fhould make four dozen of such bearded Hermites Staves, as Mafter shallow. It is a wonderful thing to fee the femblable Coherence of his Mens Spirits and his: They, by obferving of him, to bear themfelves like foolith Juftices: He, by converfing with them, is turn'd into a Juftice-like Servingman. Their Spirits are fo married in Conjunction with the Participation of Society, that they flock together in confent like fo many WildGeefe. If I had a Suit to Mafter Shallow, I would humour his Men with the imputation of being near their Mafter. If to his Men, I would curry with Mafter Shallow, that no Man could better Con mand his Servants. It is certain, that either wife bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught, as Men take Diseases, one of another: Therefore let Men take heed of their Company. I will devise

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