never had the ache in his shoulders!

O, you shall

see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill

laid up.

Shal. [Within.] Sir John!

Fal. I come, Master Shallow; I come, Master

War. How now, my lord chief justice? whither away?

Ch. Just. How doth the king?

War. Exceeding well: his cares are now all

ended.

Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.

War.

He's walked the way of nature,

And, to our purposes, he lives no more.

Ch. Just. I would his majesty had called me

with him:

The service that I truly did his life,

Hath left me open to all injuries.

War. Indeed, I think the young king loves you

not.

Ch. Just. I know he doth not, and do arm

myself

To welcome the condition of the time;

Which cannot look more hideously upon me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

War. Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry:
O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

Ch. Just. O God, I fear, all will be overturned!

Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREY, CLARENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others.

P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good

morrow.

P. Humph., Clar. Good morrow, cousin.

P. John. We meet like men that had forgot to

speak.

War. We do remember; but our argument

Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!

Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier ! P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed;

And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow,—it is, sure, your own.

P. John. Though no man be assured what grace to find,

You stand in coldest expectation:

I am the sorrier; 'would, 't were otherwise. Clar. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;

Which swims against your stream of quality.

Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,

Led by the impartial conduct of my soul;.
And never shall you see that I will beg
A ragged and forestalled remission.
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.

Enter King HENRY the Fifth, attended.

Ch. Just. Good' morrow, and God save your majesty !

King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, Sits not so easy on me as you think.

Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear:

This is the English, not the Turkish court;

Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,

But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you :
Sorrow so royally in you appears,

That I will deeply put the fashion on

And wear it in my heart.

Why then, be sad;

But entertain no more of it, good brothers,

I'll be

Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by Heaven, I bid you be assured
your father and your brother too;
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares:
Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I;
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness

P. John, &c. We hope no other from your majesty.

King. You all look strangely on me :-[to the Chief Justice] and you most;

You are, I think, assured I love you not.

Ch. Just. I am assured, if I be measured rightly,
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
King. No!

How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
The immediate heir of England! Was this

easy ?

May this be washed in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your

father;

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

If the deed were ill,

And did commit you.
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 profaned,

See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,
Behold yourself so by a son disdained,

And then imagine me taking your part,