And, in your power, so 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;
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 use 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-practised, 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 flowed 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 counsel
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best governed nation ;
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
As things acquainted and familiar to us;
[To the Lord Chief Justice.] In which you, father,

Ishall have foremost hand.

Our coronation done, we will accite,

As I before remembered, all our state :
And, God consigning to my good intents,

No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say,
God shorten Harry's happy life one day. [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 caraways, and so forth: -come, cousin Silence ;-and then to bed.

Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir John: marry, good air.-Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.

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

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

[Singing.] Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,

And praise heaven for the merry year;

When flesh is cheap and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
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; I'll be with you anon ;-most sweet sir, sit.-Master page, good master page, sit: [BARDOLPH and Page sit at another table} Proface! What you want in 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. [Singing.]

has all;

Be merry, be merry, my wife

For women are shrews, both short and tall: 'T is merry in hall when beards wag all,

And welcome merry shrove-tide.

Be merry, be merry, &c.

Fal. I did not think Master Silence had been a man of this metal.

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.

Shal. Davy,

[Setting them before BARDOLPH.

Davy. Your worship?

straight.-A cup of wine, sir?

I'll be with you

Sil. [Singing.] A cup of wine that's brisk and fine,

And drink unto the leman mine;

And a merry heart lives long-a.

Fal. Well said, Master Silence.

Sil. An we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, Master

Silence.

Sil. [Singing.] Fill the cup and let it come;
I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom.

Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest anything, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief, and welcome, indeed, too.—I'll drink to Master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die.

Bard. If I might see you there, Davy,—