2892War. Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not.

2893Ch. Iust. I know he doth not, and do arme my selfe

2894To welcome the condition of the Time,

2895Which cannot looke more hideously vpon me,

2896Then I haue drawne it in my fantasie.

2899War. Heere come the heauy Issue of dead Harrie:

2900O, that the liuing Harrie had the temper

2901Of him, the worst of these three Gentlemen:

2902How many Nobles then, should hold their places,

2903That must strike saile, to Spirits of vilde sort?

2904Ch. Iust. Alas, I feare, all will be ouer-turn'd.

2905Iohn. Good morrow Cosin Warwick, good morrow.

2906Glou. Cla. Good morrow, Cosin.

2907Iohn. We meet, like men, that had forgot to speake.

2908War. We do remember: but our Argument

2909Is all too heauy, to admit much talke.

2910Ioh. Well: Peace be with him, that hath made vs heauy

2911Ch. Iust. Peace be with vs, least we be heauier.

2912Glou. O, good my Lord, you haue lost a friend indeed:

2913And I dare sweare, you borrow not that face

2914Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your owne.

2915Iohn. Though no man be assur'd what grace to finde,

2916You stand in coldest expectation.

2917I am the sorrier, would 'twere otherwise.

2918Cla. Wel, you must now speake Sir Iohn Falstaffe faire,

2919Which swimmes against your streame of Quality.

2920Ch. Iust. Sweet Princes: what I did, I did in Honor,

2921Led by th'Imperiall Conduct of my Soule,

2922And neuer shall you see, that I will begge

2923A ragged, and fore-stall'd Remission.

2924If Troth, and vpright Innocency fayle me,

2925Ile to the King (my Master) that is dead,

2926And tell him, who hath sent me after him.

2927War. Heere comes the Prince.

2929Ch. Iust. Good morrow: and heauen saue your Maiesty

2930Prince. This new, and gorgeous Garment, Maiesty,

2931Sits not so easie on me, as you thinke.

2932Brothers, you mixe your Sadnesse with some Feare:

2933This is the English, not the Turkish Court:

2934Not Amurah, an Amurah succeeds,

2935But Harry, Harry: Yet be sad (good Brothers)

2936For (to speake truth) it very well becomes you:

2937Sorrow, so Royally in you appeares,

2938That I will deeply put the Fashion on,

2939And weare it in my heart. Why then be sad,

2940But entertaine no more of it (good Brothers)

2941Then a ioynt burthen, laid vpon vs all.

2942For me, by Heauen (I bid you be assur'd)

2943Ile be your Father, and your Brother too:

2944Let me but beare your Loue, Ile beare your Cares;

2945But weepe that Harrie's dead, and so will I.

2946But Harry liues, that shall conuert those Teares

2947By number, into houres of Happinesse.

2948Iohn, &c. We hope no other from your Maiesty.

2949Prin. You all looke strangely on me: and you most,

2950You are (I thinke) assur'd, I loue you not.

2951Ch. Iust. I am assur'd (if I be measur'd rightly)

2952Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate mee.

2953Pr. No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget

2954So great Indignities you laid vpon me?

2955What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly send to Prison

2956Th'immediate Heire of England? Was this easie?

2957May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?

2958Ch. Iust. I then did vse the Person of your Father:

2959The Image of his power, lay then in me,

2960And in th'administration of his Law,

2961Whiles I was busie for the Commonwealth,

2962Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place,

2963The Maiesty, and power of Law, and Iustice,

2964The Image of the King, whom I presented,

2965And strooke me in my very Seate of Iudgement:

2966Whereon (as an Offender to your Father)

2967I gaue bold way to my Authority,

2968And did commit you. If the deed were ill,

2969Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,

2970To haue a Sonne, set your Decrees at naught?

2971To plucke downe Iustice from your awefull Bench?

2972To trip the course of Law, and blunt the Sword

2973That guards the peace, and safety of your Person?

2974Nay more, to spurne at your most Royall Image,

2975And mocke your workings, in a Second body?

2976Question your Royall Thoughts, make the case yours:

2977Be now the Father, and propose a Sonne:

2978Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd,

2979See your most dreadfull Lawes, so loosely slighted;

2980Behold your selfe, so by a Sonne disdained:

2981And then imagine me, taking you part,

2982And in your power, soft silencing your Sonne:

2983After this cold considerance, sentence me;

2984And, as you are a King, speake in your State,

2985What I haue done, that misbecame my place,

2986My person, or my Lieges Soueraigntie.

2987Prin. You are right Iustice, and you weigh this well:

2988Therefore still beare the Ballance, and the Sword:

2989And I do wish your Honors may encrease,

2990Till you do liue, to see a Sonne of mine

2991Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

2992So shall I liue, to speake my Fathers words:

2993Happy am I, that haue a man so bold,

2994That dares do Iustice, on my proper Sonne;

2995And no lesse happy, hauing such a Sonne,

2996That would deliuer vp his Greatnesse so,

2997Into the hands of Iustice. You did commit me:

2998For which, I do commit into your hand,

2999Th'vnstained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare:

3000With this Remembrance; That you vse the same

3001With the like bold, iust, and impartiall spirit

3002As you haue done 'gainst me. There is my hand,

3003You shall be as a Father, to my Youth:

3004My voice shall sound, as you do prompt mine eare,

3005And I will stoope, and humble my Intents,

3006To your well-practis'd, wise Directions.

3007And Princes all, beleeue me, I beseech you:

3008My Father is gone wilde into his Graue,

3009(For in his Tombe, lye my Affections)

3010And with his Spirits, sadly I suruiue,

3011To mocke the expectation of the World;

3012To frustrate Prophesies, and to race out

3013Rotten Opinion, who hath writ me downe

3014After my seeming. The Tide of Blood in me,

3015Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity, till now.

3016Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the Sea,

3017Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods,

3018And flow henceforth in formall Maiesty.

3019Now call we our High Court of Parliament,

3020And let vs choose such Limbes of Noble Counsaile,