Westminster. An Apartment in the Palace. |
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Enter WARWICK and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE. |
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 walk'd the way of nature; |
And to our purposes he lives no more. |
Ch. Just. I would his majesty had call'd 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. |
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Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WESTMORELAND and Others. |
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 overturn'd. |
Lanc. Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow. |
Glo. Good morrow, cousin. |
Cla. |
Lanc. We meet like men that had forgot to speak. |
War. We do remember; but our argument |
Is all too heavy to admit much talk. |
Lanc. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy! |
Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! |
Glo. 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. |
Lanc. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find, |
You stand in coldest expectation. |
I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise. |
Cla. 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 forestall'd 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. |
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Enter KING HENRY THE FIFTH, attended. |
Ch. Just. Good morrow, and God save your majesty! |
K. Hen. V. 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, |
Than a joint burden laid upon us all. |
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd, |
I'll be 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. |
Lanc., &c. We hope no other from your majesty. |
K. Hen. V. You all look strangely on me: [To the CHIEF JUSTICE.] and you most; |
You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. |
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, |
Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. |
K. Hen. V. 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 wash'd 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, |
And did commit you. If the deed were ill, |
Be you contented, wearing now the garland, |
To have a son set your decrees at nought, |
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 disdain'd; |
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 sov'reignty. |
K. Hen. V. 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 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 counsel, |
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. |
Our coronation done, we will accite, |
As I before remember'd, 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. |
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