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Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight.

Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me!-[To SHALLOW.] O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him ;—

Shal. It doth so.

Fal.

Shal.

Fal.

Shal.

It shows my earnestness of affection,——

It doth so.

My devotion,

It doth, it doth, it doth.

Fal. As it were, to ride day and night; and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me,Shal. It is most certain.

Fal. But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him; thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs else in oblivion, as if there were nothing else to be done but to see him.

Pist. 'Tis semper idem, for absque hoc nihil est: 'Tis all in every part.

Shal.

Pist.

'Tis so, indeed.

[Shouts within, and the trumpets sound. There roar'd the sea, and trumpet-clangor sounds. [The Abbey doors are opened.

Enter the KING and his Train, the Lord Chief-Justice among

them.

Fal. God save thy grace, King Hal! my royal Hal! Pist. The heavens thee guard, most royal imp of fame! Fal. God save and keep thee, my sweet boy! my Hal! King. My lord chief-justice, speak to that vain man.

Ch. Just.

Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak?

Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!
King. I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers;
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester !

I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;
But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body, hence, and more thy grace;

Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape
For thee thrice wider than for other men.-
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest :
Presume not that I am the thing I was;

For God doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots;
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,-
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,
Not to come near our person by ten mile.
For competence of life I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil :
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will, according to your strength and qualities,
Give you advancement.-Be't your charge, my lord,
To see perform'd the tenour of our word.

[Exeunt.

KING HENRY V

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SIR THOMAS ERPINGHAM, GOWER, FLUELLEN, officers in King

Henry's army.

JOHN BATES, ALEXANDER COURT, MICHAEL WILLIAMS, soldiers in the same.

PISTOL.

NYM.

BARDOLPH.

Boy.

A Herald.

CHARLES THE SIXTH, King of France.

LOUIS, the Dauphin.

DUKE OF BURGUNDY.

The Constable of France.

Governor of Harfleur.

MONTJOY, a French herald.

Ambassadors to the King of England.

ISABEL, queen of France.

KATHARINE, daughter to Charles and Isabel.

Hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap (formerly Mistress Quickly, and

now married to Pistol).

KING HENRY V

Enter Chorus.

Chor. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention,—

A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,

And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,

Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd-in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire,
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraiséd spirits that have dar'd
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! since a crookéd figure may
Attest in little place a million ;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.

Suppose within the girdle of these walls
Are now confin'd two mighty monarchies,
Whose high-uprearéd and abutting fronts
The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:
Piece-out our imperfections with your thoughts;
Into a thousand parts divide one man,

And make imaginary puissance;

Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth ;For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,

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