The course of it so far. There is your crown; And found no course of breath within your majesty, And never live to show the incredulous world I spake unto this crown as having sense, And thus upbraided it: 'The care on thee depending Therefore, thou best of gold art worst of gold. Preserving life in medicine potable; But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, To try with it, as with an enemy That had before my face murther'd my father, But if it did infect my blood with joy, Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride, Did with the least affection of a welcome 150 160 170 King. O my son, God put it in thy mind to take it hence, That thou mightst win the more thy father's love, Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand, My gain of it by their assistances; Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, By whose fell working I was first advanc'd I cut them off, and had a purpose now Lest rest and lying still might make them look 180 190 200 210 Too near unto my state. Therefore, my Harry, With foreign quarrels, that action, hence borne out, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me: Enter PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER. 220 King. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. Lancaster. Health, peace, and happiness to my royal father! King 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 My worldly business makes a period. Where is my Lord of Warwick? Prince. My Lord of Warwick! Enter WARWICK, and others. King. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? Warwick. "T is call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die but in Jerusalem, Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy Land.- 230 240 [Exeunt. SCENE I. Gloucestershire. Shallow's House. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. Shallow. By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night. -What, Davy, I say! Falstaff. You must excuse me, Master Robert Shallow. Shallow. I will not excuse you; 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. Shallow. Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy, let me see, 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? Shallow. 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. Shallow. 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? 21 Shallow. A' shall answer it.-Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of short-legged hens, a joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir? Shallow. Yea, Davy. I will use him well; a friend i' 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 backbitten, sir; for they have marvellous foul linen. 30 Shallow. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy. Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Woncot against Clement Perkes of the hill. Shallow. There is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge. |