ACT V SCENE II | Westminster. The palace. | |
| Enter WARWICK and the Lord Chief-Justice, meeting | |
WARWICK | How now, my lord chief-justice! whither away? | |
Lord Chief-Justice | How doth the king? | |
WARWICK | Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended. | |
Lord Chief-Justice | I hope, not dead. | 5 |
WARWICK | He's walk'd the way of nature; | |
| And to our purposes he lives no more. | |
Lord Chief-Justice | 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. | 10 |
WARWICK | Indeed I think the young king loves you not. | |
Lord Chief-Justice | 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. | 15 |
| Enter LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER,WESTMORELAND, and others | |
WARWICK | 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! | 20 |
Lord Chief-Justice | O God, I fear all will be overturn'd! | |
LANCASTER | Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow. | |
GLOUCESTER | | | |
| | Good morrow, cousin. | |
CLARENCE | | | 25 |
LANCASTER | We meet like men that had forgot to speak. | |
WARWICK | We do remember; but our argument | |
| Is all too heavy to admit much talk. | |
LANCASTER | Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy. | |
Lord Chief-Justice | Peace be with us, lest we be heavier! | 30 |
GLOUCESTER | 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. | |
LANCASTER | Though no man be assured what grace to find, | |
| You stand in coldest expectation: | 35 |
| I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise. | |
CLARENCE | Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair; | |
| Which swims against your stream of quality. | |
Lord Chief-Justice | Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, | |
| Led by the impartial conduct of my soul: | 40 |
| 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. | 45 |
WARWICK | Here comes the prince. | |
| Enter KING HENRY V, attended | |
Lord Chief-Justice | Good morrow; and God save your majesty! | |
KING HENRY V | This new and gorgeous garment, majesty, | |
| Sits not so easy on me as you think. | |
| Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear: | 50 |
| This is the English, not the Turkish court; | |
| Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds, | |
| But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers, | |
| For, by my faith, it very well becomes you: | |
| Sorrow so royally in you appears | 55 |
| 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 assured, | 60 |
| 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. | 65 |
Princes | We hope no other from your majesty. | |
KING HENRY V | You all look strangely on me: and you most; | |
| You are, I think, assured I love you not. | |
Lord Chief-Justice | I am assured, if I be measured rightly, | |
| Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. | 70 |
KING HENRY 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? | 75 |
| May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten? | |
Lord Chief-Justice | 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, | 80 |
| 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, | 85 |
| 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, | 90 |
| 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; | 95 |
| Be now the father and propose a son, | |
| Hear your own dignity so much profaned, | |
| See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, | |
| Behold yourself so by a son disdain'd; | |
| And then imagine me taking your part | 100 |
| 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 sovereignty. | 105 |
KING HENRY 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. | 110 |
| 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 | 115 |
| Into the hands of justice.' You did commit me: | |
| For which, I do commit into your hand | |
| The unstained sword that you have used to bear; | |
| With this remembrance, that you use the same | |
| With the like bold, just and impartial spirit | 120 |
| 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-practised wise directions. | 125 |
| 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, | 130 |
| 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, | 135 |
| 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 | 140 |
| 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, | 145 |
| 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 | |