O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows! When that my care could not withhold thy riots, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants ! P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech, [Kneeling. I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke, (Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending, Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold. s Weight. 6 To be taken, VOL. V. Y But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd, Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege, Accusing it, I put it on my head; To try with it,—as with an enemy, That had before my face murder'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, That doth with awe and terror kneel to it! Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed; Better opinion, better confirmation; For all the soil of the achievement goes With me into the earth. It seem'd in me, But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous hand; My gain of it by their assistances; 7 Spot, dirt. Which daily grew to quarrel, and to bloodshed, So thou the garland wear'st successively. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I could do, I cut them off; and had a purpose now Too near unto my state. might make them look Therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course, to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out, More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me; 1 Purchase, in Shakspeare, frequently means stolen gonds, Which I, with more than with a common pain, 'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain. Enter Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, WARWICK, Lords, and Others. K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father! K. Hɛn. Thou bring'st me happiness, and peace, son John; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown Where is my lord of Warwick? P. Hen. My lord of Warwick! K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. 'Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. K. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land :- my life [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Glostershire. A Hall in Shallow's House. Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and Page. Shal. By cock and pye, sir, you shall not away tonight. What, Davy, I say! Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow. Shal. 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! Dary. 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 precepts2 cannot be served: and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the head-land with wheat? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. cook ; But for William -Are there no young pigeons? Dary. Yes, sir.- -Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons. Shal. Let it be cast,3 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 |