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,
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',
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.
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 :

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mine ear ;

And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver his greatness so
Into the hands of justice. - You did commit me:
For which, I do commit into your hand
The unstained sword that you have us’d to bear ;
With this remembrance, That you use the same
With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my
You shall be as a father to my youth :
My voice shall sound as you


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,
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 council,
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, shall have foremost hand.

[To the Lord Chief Justice.
Our coronation done, we will accite ?,
As I before remember'd, all our state :
And (Heaven consigning to my good intents)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to say,-
Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.

[Exeunt. Summon.


Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's House.

forth ;


the Page, and Davy. Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard : where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's pippin of my own graffing, with a dish of carraways, and so

come, cousin Silence; - and then to bed. Fal. You have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, sir John:

marry, good sir. - Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.

Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he is your serving-man, and your husbandman.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, sir John. - By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper :

A good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down :

come, cousin. Sil. Ah, sirrah ! quoth-a,

we shall Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

[Singing. And praise heaven for the merry year;

So merrily, And ever among so merrily. Fal. There's a merry heart !:- Good master Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.

Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine, Davy.

Davy. Sweet sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH and the Page at another table.]

I'll be with you anon :- most sweet sir, sit. Master page, good master page, sit: proface 3! What you want in

3 Italian, much good may it do you.

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meat, we'll have in drink. But you must bear ; The heart's all.

[Exit. Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph ; – and my little soldier there, be merry. Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all


For women are shrews, both short and tall ;
'Tis merry in hall, when beards
And welcome merry

merry, be

merry, &c. Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle. Sil. Who I? I have been


twice and once,

wag all,

ere now.

Re-enter Davy.

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Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats - for you.

[Setting them before BARDOLPH. Shal. Davy, Davy. Your worship? - I'll be with you straight. [To BARD.]— A cup of wine, sir ? Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,

And drink unto the Lady mine ; [Singing.

And a merry heart lives long-a.
Fal. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry ;

now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, master Silence. Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come;

I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: If thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart. — Welcome, my little tiny thief; [To the Page ;) and welcome, indeed, too. -- I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

+ Apples commonly called russetines.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.
Bard. An I might see you there, Davy, -

Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph?

Bard. Yes, sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I thank thee: - The knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out: he is true bred.

Bard. And I'll stick by him, sir.

Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks?

[Exit Davy. Fal. Why, now you have done me right.

TO SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. Sil. Do me right,

[Singing And dub me knights:

Samingo. Is't not so ?

Fal. 'Tis so.

Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can do somewhat.

Re-enter Davy.

Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news.

Fal. From the court, let him come in.

How now, Pistol ?

Pist. Save you, sir John !
Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol ?

Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.

5 He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of his mistress was dubb’d a knight for the evening.

6 It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays.

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