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horses. If I were faw'd into quantities, I fhould make four dozen of fuch bearded hermites-ftaves as mafter Shallow. It is a wonderful thing to fee the femblable coherence of his mens' fpirits and his: they, by obferving of him, do bear themselves like foolish juftices; he, by converfing with them, is turn'd into a juftice-like fervingman. Their spirits are fo married in conjunction, with the participation of fociety, that they flock together in confent, like, fo many wild Geefe. If I had a fuit to mafter Shallow, I would humour his men with the imputation of being near their master: if to his men, I would curry with mafter Shallow, that no man could better command his fervants. It is certain, that either wife Bearing or ignorant Carriage is caught, as men take difeafes, one of another : therefore let men take heed of their company.. I will dévise matter enough out of this Shallow to keep Prince Henry in continual laughter the wearing out of fix fafhions, which is four terms or two actions, and he fhall laugh without Intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie with a flight oath, and a jeft with a fad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his fhoulders. O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up,
Shal. [within.] Sir John
Fal. I come, mafter Shallow; I come, mafter Shal low. [Exit Falstaff.
SCENE changes to the Court, in London. Enter the Earl of Warwick and the Lord Chief Juftice, War. LTOW now, my lord Chief Juftice, whither
Ch. Just. How doth the King?
War. Exceeding well his cares are now all ended. Ch. Juft. I hope, not dead?
War. He's walk'd the way of Nature;
And to our purposes he lives no more.
Ch. Juft. I would, his Majefty had call'd me with
The fervicé, that I truly did his life,
War. Indeed, I think, the young King loves you not.
Which cannot look more hideously on me,
Than I have drawn it in my
Enter Lord John of Lancaster, Gloucester, and Clarence,
Ch. Juftice. Alas, I fear, all will be overturn'd.
Glou. Clar. Good morrow, coufin.
Lan. We meet, like men that had forgot to speak.
Is all too heavy to admit much Talk.
Lan. Well, peace be with him that hath made us
Ch. Juft. Peace be with us, left we be heavier !
Of feeming forrow; it is, fure, your own.
Lan. Tho' no man be affur'd what grace to find, You ftand in coldest expectation.
I am the forrier; 'would, 'twere otherwise.
› Clar. Well, you must now speak Sir John Falftaff fair, Which fwims against your ftream of quality.
Ch. Juft. Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in Honour, Led by th' impartial conduct of my foul;
And never shall you fee, that I will beg
Enter Prince Henry...
Ch. Juft. Heav'n fave your Majefty!
K. Henry. This new and gorgeous garment, Majesty, Sits not fo eafie on me, as you think..
Brothers, you mix your sadness with fome fear:
But Harry Harry. Yet be fad, good brothers,
That I will deeply put the fashion on,
And wear it in my heart. Why then, be fad;
For me by heav'n, I bid you be affur'd,
Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares:
Lan. &c. We hope no other from your Majesty.
K. Henry. You all look strangely on me; and you moft. You are, I think, affur'd, I love you not.
[To the Ch. Juft. Ch. Juft. I am affur'd, if I be meafur'd rightly,
Your Majefty hath no juft caufe to hate me.
K. Henry. No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prifon
And ftruck me in my very Seat of Judgment
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
P. Henry. You are right Juftice, and you weigh this well,
Therefore ftill bear the balance and the fword:
And I do wish, your Honours may increase,
You committed me;
For which I do commit into your hand
My voice shall found, as you do prompt mine ear;
To your well-practis'd wife directions.
And, Princes all, believe me, I beseech you;
(18) My Father is gone wail'd into bis Grave,
(For in bis Tomb lye my Affections)] This ridculous Reading (which, I prefume, is Mr. Pope's Conjecture, unfupported by Authorities, or Reafon;) is not only Nonsense in it felf, but is the Caufe that Nonfenfe poffeffes the following Verses. The Poet certainly wrote, as I have restor'd with all the old Copies. "My Father, fays the Prince, is gone wild "into his Grave, for now all my wild Affections lye intomb'd "with him and I furvive with his fober Spirit and Difpo"fition, to disappoint thofe Expectations the Publick have "form'd of me. This the Prince had refolv'd to do, upon his Father's Demife; as we have heard from his awr Mouth:
If I do feign,
O, let me in my prefent Wildness dye :
And never live to shew th' incredulous World
The noble Change that I have purposed!
That he did make this Change, we hear from the Archbishop in the Beginning of Henry V.
The Breath no fooner left his Father's body,
But that his Wildness, mortified in bim,
These two Quotations very plainly affert our Poet's Reading, and are flagrant Teftimonies of Mr. Pope's unhappy Fatality in gueffing wrong.