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 :

VOL. V.

1 In your regal character and office.

BB

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 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 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,
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 2,

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.

Summon.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Glostershire. The Garden of Shallow's House.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BARDOlph, 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 forth; 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, Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

we shall

And praise heaven for the merry year ;

So merrily,

And ever among so merrily.

[Singing.

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! What you want in

3 Italian, much good may it do you.

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 ;

[Singing. all,

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

And welcome merry shrove-tide.

Be merry, be merry, &c.

Fal. I did not think, master Silence had been a man of this mettle.

Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once,

ere now.

Re-enter DAVY.

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 ;

sweet of the night.

now comes in the

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. [Singing.

Sil. Do me right,

And dub me knight':

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?

Enter 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.