| 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 | |