That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! K. Hen. O my son! Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, That thou might'st win the more thy father's love, 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, With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; And I had many living, to upbraid My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, For all my reign hath been but as a scene So thou the garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green; And all thy friends 9°, which thou must make thy friends, 90 Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out; I cut them off91; 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, K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lan caster. 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? P. Hen. My lord of Warwick! K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong It hath been prophesied to me many years, Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land:- [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Glocestershire. A Hall in Shallow's House. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. Shal. 93 By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away to-night. What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. I will not excuse you 94; 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? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William 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 of 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-legg'd 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'the 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 Woncot 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: but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have serv'd your worship truly, sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. |