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The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. Where is my Lord of Warwicke ? Prin. My Lord of Warwicke. King. Doth any name particular, belong
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Vnto the Lodging, where I first did swoon'd?
War. 'Tis call'd Ierusalem, my Noble Lord. King. Laud be to heauen: Euen there my life must end. It hath beene prophesi'de to me many yeares,
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I should not dye, but in Ierusalem: Which (vainly) I suppos'd the Holy‑Land. But beare me to that Chamber, there Ile lye: In that Ierusalem, shall Harry dye.
Exeunt.
Actus Quintus. Scœna Prima. [Act 5, Scene 1] Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaffe, Bardolfe, Page, and Dauie. Shal.

By Cocke and Pye, you shall not away to night.

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What Dauy, I say.

Fal.

You must excuse me, M. Robert Shallow.

Shal.

I will not excuse you: you shall not be excused.

Excuses shall not be admitted: there is no excuse shall

serue: you shall not be excus'd.

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Why Dauie.

Dauie.

Heere sir.

Shal.

Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, let me see ( Dauy) let me see:

William Cooke, bid him come hither. Sir Iohn, you shal

not be excus'd.

Dauy.
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Marry sir, thus: those Precepts cannot bee

seru'd: and againe sir, shall we sowe the head‑land with

Wheate?

Shal.

With red Wheate Dauy. But for Wlliam Cook:

are there no yong pigeons?

Dauy.
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Yes Sir. Heere is now the Smithes note, for Shooing, And Plough‑Irons.
Shal.

Let it be cast, and payde: Sir Iohn, you shall

Not be excus'd.

Dauy.
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Sir, a new linke to the Bucket must needes bee

had: And Sir, doe you meane to stoppe any of Williams

Wages, about the Sacke he lost the other day, at Hinckley

Fayre?

Shal.

He shall answer it:

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Some Pigeons Dauy, a couple short‑legg'd Hennes: a

ioynt of Mutton, and any pretty little tine Kickshawes,

tell William Cooke.

Dauy.

Doth the man of Warre, stay all night sir?

Shal.

Yes Dauy:

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I will vse him well. A Friend i'th Court, is better then a

rant penny in purse. Vse his men well Dauy, for they are ar­

Knaues, and will backe‑bite.

Dauy.

No Worse then they are bitten. sir: For they The letters of this line are partly distorted, possibly due to a crease in the page that antedates printing.

haue maruellous fowle linnen.

Shallow.
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Well conceited Dauy: about thy Businesse, Dauy.

Dauy.

I beseech you sir,

To countenance William Visor of Woncot, against Cle­ ment Perkes of the hill.

Shal.

There are many Complaints Dauy, against that

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Visor, that Visor is an arrant Knaue, on my know­

ledge.

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Dauy.

I graunt your Worship, that he is a knaue Sir:)

But yet heauen forbid Sir, but a Knaue should haue some

Countenance, at his Friends request. An honest man sir,

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is able to speake for himselfe, when a Knaue is not. I haue

seru'd your Worshippe truely sir, these eight yeares: and

if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue,

against an honest man, I haue but a very litle credite with

your Worshippe. The Knaue is mine honest Friend Sir,

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therefore I beseech your Worship, let him bee Counte­

nanc'd.

Shal.

Go too,

I say he shall haue no wrong: Looke about Dauy.

Where are you Sir Iohn? Come, off with your Boots.

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Giue me your hand M. Bardolfe.

Bard.

I am glad to see your Worship.

Shal.

I thanke thee, with all my heart, kinde Master

Bardolfe: and welcome my tall Fellow:

Come Sir Iohn.

Falstaffe.
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Ile follow you, good Master Robert Shallow.

Bardolfe, looke to our Horsses. If I were saw'de into

Quantities, I should make foure dozen of such bearded

Hermites staues, as Master Shallow. It is a wonderfull

thing to see the semblable Coherence of his mens spirits,

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and his: They, by obseruing of him, do beare themselues

like foolish Iustices: Hee, by conuersing with them, is

turn'd into a Iustice‑like Seruingman. Their spirits are

so married in Coniunction, with the participation of So­

ciety, that they flocke together in consent, like so ma­

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ny Wilde‑Geese. If I had a suite to Mayster Shallow, I

would humour his men, with the imputation of beeing

neere their Mayster. If to his Men, I would currie with

Maister Shallow, that no man could better command his

Seruants. It is certaine, that either wise bearing, or ig­

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norant Carriage is caught, as men take diseases, one of

another: therefore, let men take heede of their Compa­

nie. I will deuise matter enough out of this Shallow, to

keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter, the wearing

out of sixe Fashions (which is foure Tearmes)or two Ac­

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tions, and he shall laugh with Interuallums. O it is much

that a Lye (with a slight Oath) and a iest (with a sadde

brow) will doe, with a Fellow, that neuer had the Ache

in his shoulders. O you shall see him laugh, till his Face

be like a wet Cloake, ill laid vp.

Shal.
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Sir Iohn.

Falst.

I come Master Shallow, I come Master Shallow.

Exeunt
Scena Secunda. [Act 5, Scene 2] Enter the Earle of Warwicke, and the Lord Chiefe Iustice. Warwicke. How now, my Lord Chiefe Iustice, whe­ ther away? Ch. Iust. How doth the King? Warw. Exceeding well: his Cares
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Are now, all ended.
Ch. Iust. I hope, not dead. Warw. Hee's walk'd the way of Nature, And to our purposes, he liues no more. Ch. Iust. I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him,
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The seruice, that I truly did his life, Hath left me open, to all iniuries.
War

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Scena Secunda. [Act 5, Scene 2] Enter the Earle of Warwicke, and the Lord Chiefe Iustice. Warwicke. How now, my Lord Chiefe Iustice, whe­ ther away? Ch. Iust. How doth the King? Warw. Exceeding well: his Cares
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Are now, all ended.
Ch. Iust. I hope, not dead. Warw. Hee's walk'd the way of Nature, And to our purposes, he liues no more. Ch. Iust. I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him,
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The seruice, that I truly did his life, Hath left me open, to all iniuries.
War. Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not. Ch. Iust. I know he doth not, and do arme my selfe To welcome the condition of the Time,
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Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me, Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie.
Enter Iohn Lancaster, Gloucester, and Clarence. War. Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie: O, that the liuing Harrie had the temper Of him, the worst of these three Gentlemen:
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How many Nobles then, should hold their places, That must strike saile, to Spirits of vilde sort?
Ch. Iust. Alas, I feare, all will be ouer‑turn'd. Iohn. Good morrow Cosin Warwick, good morrow. Glou. Cla. Good morrow, Cosin. Iohn.
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We meet, like men, that had forgot to speake.
War. We do remember: but our Argument Is all too heauy, to admit much talke. Ioh. Well: Peace be with him, that hath made vs heauy Ch. Iust. Peace be with vs, least we be heauier. Glou.
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O, good my Lord, you haue lost a friend indeed: And I dare sweare, you borrow not that face Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your owne.
Iohn. Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde, You stand in coldest expectation.
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I am the sorrier, would 'twere otherwise.
Cla. Wel, you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire, Which swimmes against your streame of Quality. Ch. Iust. Sweet Princes: what I did, I did in Honor, Led by th'Imperiall Conduct of my Soule,
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And neuer shall you see, that I will begge A ragged, and fore‑stall'd Remission. If Troth, and vpright Innocency fayle me, Ile to the King (my Master) that is dead, And tell him, who hath sent me after him.
War.
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Heere comes the Prince.
Enter Prince Henrie. Ch. Iust. Good morrow: and heauen saue your Maiesty Prince. This new, and gorgeous Garment, Maiesty, Sits not so easie on me, as you thinke. Brothers, you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare:
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This is the English, not the Turkish Court: Not Amurah, an Amurah succeeds, But Harry, Harry: Yet be sad (good Brothers) For (to speake truth) it very well becomes you: Sorrow, so Royally in you appeares,
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That I will deeply put the Fashion on, And weare it in my heart. Why then be sad, But entertaine no more of it (good Brothers) Then a ioynt burthen, laid vpon vs all. For me, by Heauen (I bid you be assur'd)
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Ile be your Father, and your Brother too: Let me but beare your Loue, Ile beare your Cares; But weepe that Horrie's dead, and so will I. But Harry liues, that shall conuert those Teares By number, into houres of Happinesse.
Iohn., &c.
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We hope no other from your Maiesty.
Prin. You all looke strangely on me: and you most, You are (I thinke) assur'd, if loue you not. Ch. Iust. I am assur'd (if I be measur'd rightly) Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate mee. Pr.
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No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget So great Indignities you laid vpon me? What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly send to Prison Th'immediate Heire of England ? Was this easie? May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Iust.
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I then did vse the Person of your Father: The Image of his power, lay then in me, And in th'administration of his Law, Whiles I was busie for the Commonwealth, Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place,
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The Maiesty, and power of Law, and Iustice, The Image of the King, whom I presented, And strooke me in my very Seate of Iudgement: Whereon (as an Offender to your Father) I gaue bold way to my Authority,
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And did commit you. If the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the Garland, To haue a Sonne, set your Decrees at naught? To plucke downe Iustice from your awefull Bench? To trip the course of Law, and blunt the Sword
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That guards the peace, and safety of your Person? Nay more, to spurne at your most Royall Image, And mocke your workings, in a Second body? Question your Royall Thoughts, make the case yours: Be now the Father, and propose a Sonne:
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Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd, See your most dreadfull Lawes, so loosely slighted; Behold your selfe, so by a Sonne disdained: And then imagine me, taking you part, And in your power, soft silencing your Sonne:
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After this cold considerance, sentence me; And, as you are a King, speake in your state, What I haue done, that misbecame my place, My person, or my Lieges Soueraigntie.
Prin. You are right Iustice, and you weigh this well:
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Therefore still beare the Ballance, and the Sword: And I do wish your Honors may encrease, Till you do liue, to see a Sonne of mine Offend you, and obey you, as I did. So shall I liue, to speake my Fathers words:
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Happy am I, that haue a man so bold, That dares do Iustice, on my proper Sonne; And no lesse happy, hauing such a Sonne, That would deliuer vp his Greatnesse so, Into the hands of Iustice. You did commit me:
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For which, I do commit into your hand, Th'vnstained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare: With this Remembrance; That you vse the same With the like bold, iust, and impartiall spirit As you haue done 'gainst me. There is my hand,
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You shall be as a Father, to my Youth: My voice shall sound, as you do prompt mine eare, An ink mark follows the end of this line. And I will stoope, and humble my Intents, To your well‑practis'd, wise Directions. And Princes all, beleeue me, I beseech you:
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My Father is gone wilde into his Graue, (For in his Tombe, lye my Affections) And with his Spirits, sadly I suruiue, To mocke the expectation of the World; To frustrate Prophesies, and to race out
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Rotten Opinion, who hath writ me downe After my seeming. The Tide of Blood in me, Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity, till now. Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the Sea, Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods,
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And flow henceforth in formall Maiesty. Now call we our High Court of Parliament, And let vs choofe such Limbes of Noble Counsaile, That the great Body of our state may go In equall ranke, with the best gouern'd Nation,
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That Warre, or Peace, or both at once may be As things acquainted and familiar to vs, In which you (Father) shall haue formost hand. Our Coronation done, we will accite (As I before remembred) all our state,
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And heauen (consigning to my good intents) No Prince, nor Peere, shall haue iust cause to say, Heauen shorten Harries happy life, one day.
Exeunt.
 

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   <stage rend="center" type="entrance">Enter the Earle of Warwicke, and the Lord
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      <l n="2797">Hee's walk'd the way of Nature,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="2799">I would his Maiesty had call'd me with him,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
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      <l n="2803">I know he doth not, and do arme my selfe</l>
      <l n="2804">To welcome the condition of the Time,</l>
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      <l n="2806">Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="2807">Heere come the heauy Issue of dead<hi rend="italic">Harrie:</hi>
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      <l n="2808">O, that the liuing<hi rend="italic">Harrie</hi>had the temper</l>
      <l n="2809">Of him, the worst of these three Gentlemen:</l>
      <l n="2810">How many Nobles then, should hold their places,</l>
      <l n="2811">That must strike saile, to Spirits of vilde sort?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="2812">Alas, I feare, all will be ouer‑turn'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
      <l n="2813">Good morrow Cosin Warwick, good morrow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-glo #F-2h4-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glou. Cla.</speaker>
      <l n="2814">Good morrow, Cosin.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
      <l n="2815">We meet, like men, that had forgot to speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="2816">We do remember: but our Argument</l>
      <l n="2817">Is all too heauy, to admit much talke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ioh.</speaker>
      <l n="2818">Well: Peace be with him, that hath made vs heauy</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="2819">Peace be with vs, least we be heauier.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-glo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Glou.</speaker>
      <l n="2820">O, good my Lord, you haue lost a friend indeed:</l>
      <l n="2821">And I dare sweare, you borrow not that face</l>
      <l n="2822">Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your owne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-joh">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iohn.</speaker>
      <l n="2823">Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde,</l>
      <l n="2824">You stand in coldest expectation.</l>
      <l n="2825">I am the sorrier, would 'twere otherwise.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-cla">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cla.</speaker>
      <l n="2826">Wel, you must now speake Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn Falstaffe</hi>faire,</l>
      <l n="2827">Which swimmes against your streame of Quality.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="2828">Sweet Princes: what I did, I did in Honor,</l>
      <l n="2829">Led by th'Imperiall Conduct of my Soule,</l>
      <l n="2830">And neuer shall you see, that I will begge</l>
      <l n="2831">A ragged, and fore‑stall'd Remission.</l>
      <l n="2832">If Troth, and vpright Innocency fayle me,</l>
      <l n="2833">Ile to the King (my Master) that is dead,</l>
      <l n="2834">And tell him, who hath sent me after him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-war">
      <speaker rend="italic">War.</speaker>
      <l n="2835">Heere comes the Prince.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Prince Henrie.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="2836">Good morrow: and heauen saue your Maiesty</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prince.</speaker>
      <l n="2837">This new, and gorgeous Garment, Maiesty,</l>
      <l n="2838">Sits not so easie on me, as you thinke.</l>
      <l n="2839">Brothers, you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare:</l>
      <l n="2840">This is the English, not the Turkish Court:</l>
      <l n="2841">Not<hi rend="italic">Amurah</hi>, an<hi rend="italic">Amurah</hi>succeeds,</l>
      <l n="2842">But<hi rend="italic">Harry, Harry</hi>: Yet be sad (good Brothers)</l>
      <l n="2843">For (to speake truth) it very well becomes you:</l>
      <l n="2844">Sorrow, so Royally in you appeares,</l>
      <l n="2845">That I will deeply put the Fashion on,</l>
      <l n="2846">And weare it in my heart. Why then be sad,</l>
      <l n="2847">But entertaine no more of it (good Brothers)</l>
      <l n="2848">Then a ioynt burthen, laid vpon vs all.</l>
      <l n="2849">For me, by Heauen (I bid you be assur'd)</l>
      <l n="2850">Ile be your Father, and your Brother too:</l>
      <l n="2851">Let me but beare your Loue, Ile beare your Cares;</l>
      <l n="2852">But weepe that<hi rend="italic">Horrie's</hi>dead, and so will I.</l>
      <l n="2853">But<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>liues, that shall conuert those Teares</l>
      <l n="2854">By number, into houres of Happinesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-brs">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iohn., &amp;c.</speaker>
      <l n="2855">We hope no other from your Maiesty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2856">You all looke strangely on me: and you most,</l>
      <l n="2857">You are (I thinke) assur'd, if loue you not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="2858">I am assur'd (if I be measur'd rightly)</l>
      <l n="2859">Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate mee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-hn5">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pr.</speaker>
      <l n="2860">No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget</l>
      <l n="2861">So great Indignities you laid vpon me?</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2862">What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly send to Prison</l>
      <l n="2863">Th'immediate Heire of England<c rend="italic">?</c>Was this easie?</l>
      <l n="2864">May this be wash'd in<hi rend="italic">Lethe</hi>, and forgotten?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-lcj">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ch. Iust.</speaker>
      <l n="2865">I then did vse the Person of your Father:</l>
      <l n="2866">The Image of his power, lay then in me,</l>
      <l n="2867">And in th'administration of his Law,</l>
      <l n="2868">Whiles I was busie for the Commonwealth,</l>
      <l n="2869">Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place,</l>
      <l n="2870">The Maiesty, and power of Law, and Iustice,</l>
      <l n="2871">The Image of the King, whom I presented,</l>
      <l n="2872">And strooke me in my very Seate of Iudgement:</l>
      <l n="2873">Whereon (as an Offender to your Father)</l>
      <l n="2874">I gaue bold way to my Authority,</l>
      <l n="2875">And did commit you. If the deed were ill,</l>
      <l n="2876">Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,</l>
      <l n="2877">To haue a Sonne, set your Decrees at naught?</l>
      <l n="2878">To plucke downe Iustice from your awefull Bench?</l>
      <l n="2879">To trip the course of Law, and blunt the Sword</l>
      <l n="2880">That guards the peace, and safety of your Person?</l>
      <l n="2881">Nay more, to spurne at your most Royall Image,</l>
      <l n="2882">And mocke your workings, in a Second body?</l>
      <l n="2883">Question your Royall Thoughts, make the case yours:</l>
      <l n="2884">Be now the Father, and propose a Sonne:</l>
      <l n="2885">Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd,</l>
      <l n="2886">See your most dreadfull Lawes, so loosely slighted;</l>
      <l n="2887">Behold your selfe, so by a Sonne disdained:</l>
      <l n="2888">And then imagine me, taking you part,</l>
      <l n="2889">And in your power, soft silencing your Sonne:</l>
      <l n="2890">After this cold considerance, sentence me;</l>
      <l n="2891">And, as you are a King, speake in your state,</l>
      <l n="2892">What I haue done, that misbecame my place,</l>
      <l n="2893">My person, or my Lieges Soueraigntie.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="2894">You are right Iustice, and you weigh this well:</l>
      <l n="2895">Therefore still beare the Ballance, and the Sword:</l>
      <l n="2896">And I do wish your Honors may encrease,</l>
      <l n="2897">Till you do liue, to see a Sonne of mine</l>
      <l n="2898">Offend you, and obey you, as I did.</l>
      <l n="2899">So shall I liue, to speake my Fathers words:</l>
      <l n="2900">Happy am I, that haue a man so bold,</l>
      <l n="2901">That dares do Iustice, on my proper Sonne;</l>
      <l n="2902">And no lesse happy, hauing such a Sonne,</l>
      <l n="2903">That would deliuer vp his Greatnesse so,</l>
      <l n="2904">Into the hands of Iustice. You did commit me:</l>
      <l n="2905">For which, I do commit into your hand,</l>
      <l n="2906">Th'vnstained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare:<gap extent="1"
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      <l n="2907">With this Remembrance; That you vse the same</l>
      <l n="2908">With the like bold, iust, and impartiall spirit</l>
      <l n="2909">As you haue done 'gainst me. There is my hand,</l>
      <l n="2910">You shall be as a Father, to my Youth:</l>
      <l n="2911">My voice shall sound, as you do prompt mine eare,<note type="physical" resp="#ES">An ink mark follows the end of this line.</note>
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      <l n="2912">And I will stoope, and humble my Intents,</l>
      <l n="2913">To your well‑practis'd, wise Directions.</l>
      <l n="2914">And Princes all, beleeue me, I beseech you:</l>
      <l n="2915">My Father is gone wilde into his Graue,</l>
      <l n="2916">(For in his Tombe, lye my Affections)</l>
      <l n="2917">And with his Spirits, sadly I suruiue,</l>
      <l n="2918">To mocke the expectation of the World;</l>
      <l n="2919">To frustrate Prophesies, and to race out</l>
      <l n="2920">Rotten Opinion, who hath writ me downe</l>
      <l n="2921">After my seeming. The Tide of Blood in me,</l>
      <l n="2922">Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity, till now.</l>
      <l n="2923">Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the Sea,</l>
      <l n="2924">Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods,</l>
      <l n="2925">And flow henceforth in formall Maiesty.</l>
      <l n="2926">Now call we our High Court of Parliament,</l>
      <l n="2927">And let vs choofe such Limbes of Noble Counsaile,</l>
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      <l n="2928">That the great Body of our state may go</l>
      <l n="2929">In equall ranke, with the best gouern'd Nation,</l>
      <l n="2930">That Warre, or Peace, or both at once may be</l>
      <l n="2931">As things acquainted and familiar to vs,</l>
      <l n="2932">In which you (Father) shall haue formost hand.</l>
      <l n="2933">Our Coronation done, we will accite</l>
      <l n="2934">(As I before remembred) all our state,</l>
      <l n="2935">And heauen (consigning to my good intents)</l>
      <l n="2936">No Prince, nor Peere, shall haue iust cause to say,</l>
      <l n="2937">Heauen shorten<hi rend="italic">Harries</hi>happy life, one day.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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