How now, my Lord Chief Justice, whither away?

How doth the king?

Exceeding well, his cares are now all ended.

I hope not dead?

I hope not dead? He's walked the way of nature,

5.2.52888And to our purposes he lives no more.

I would his majesty had called me with him.

5.2.72890The service that I truely did his life

5.2.82891Hath left me open to all injuries.

Indeed I think the young king loves you not.

I know he doth not and do arm myself

5.2.112894To welcome the condition of the time,

5.2.122895Which cannot look more hideously upon me

5.2.132896Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.

Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry.

5.2.152900Oh, that the living Harry had the temper

5.2.162901Of he, the worst of these three gentlemen!

5.2.172902How many nobles then should hold their places

5.2.182903That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

O god, I fear all will be overturned.

Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.

Good morrow, cousin.

We meet like men that had forgot to speak.

We do remember, but our argument

5.2.242909Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy.

Peace be with us, lest we be heavier.

[To Lord Chief Justice] O good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed,

5.2.282913And I dare swear you borrow not that face

5.2.292914Of seeming sorrow, it is sure your own.

Though no man be assured what grace to find,

5.2.312916You stand in coldest expectation.

5.2.322917I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.

Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair,

5.2.342919Which swims against your stream of quality.

Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honor,

5.2.362921Led by th'impartial conduct of my soul;

5.2.372922And never shall you see that I will beg

5.2.382923A raggèd and forestalled remission.

5.2.392924If truth and upright innocency fail me,

5.2.402925I'll to the king my master that is dead,

5.2.412926And tell him who hath sent me after him.

Here comes the prince.

Good morrow, and god save your majesty.

This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,

5.2.452931Sits not so easy on me as you think.

5.2.462932Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear.

5.2.472933This is the English, not the Turkish court;

5.2.482934Not Amurath an Amurath succeeds,

5.2.492935But Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,

5.2.502936For by my faith it very well becomes you.

5.2.512937Sorrow so royally in you appears

5.2.522938That I will deeply put the fashion on

5.2.532939And wear it in my heart. Why then be sad,

5.2.542940But entertain no more of it, good brothers,

5.2.552941Than a joint burden laid upon us all.

5.2.562942For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,

5.2.572943I'll be your father and your brother too.

5.2.582944Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares.

5.2.592945Yet weep that Harry's dead, and so will I;

5.2.602946But Harry lives that shall convert those tears

5.2.612947By number into hours of happiness.

We hope no otherwise from your majesty.

You all look strangely on me [To Lord Chief Justice] -- and you most.

5.2.642950You are, I think, assured I love you not.

I am assured, if I be measured rightly,

5.2.662952Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

No? How might a prince of my great hopes forget

5.2.682954So great indignities you laid upon me?

5.2.692955What, rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison

5.2.702956Th'immediate heir of England? Was this easy?

5.2.712957May this be washed in Lethe and forgotten?

I then did use the person of your father.

5.2.732959The image of his power lay then in me;

5.2.742960And in th'administration of his law,

5.2.752961Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,

5.2.762962Your highness pleased to forget my place,

5.2.772963The majesty and power of law and justice,

5.2.782964The image of the king whom I presented,

5.2.792965And struck me in my very seat of judgement;

5.2.802966Whereon, as an offender to your father,

5.2.812967I gave bold way to my authority

5.2.822968And did commit you. If the deed were ill,

5.2.832969Be you contented, wearing now the garland,

5.2.842970To have a son set your decrees at naught?

5.2.852971To pluck down justice from your awe-full bench?

5.2.862972To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword

5.2.872973That guards the peace and safety of your person?

5.2.882974Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image

5.2.892975And mock your workings in a second body?

5.2.902976Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours,

5.2.912977Be now the father and propose a son,

5.2.922978Hear your own dignity so much prophaned,

5.2.932979See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted,

5.2.942980Behold yourself so by a son disdained,

5.2.952981And then imagine me taking your part,

5.2.962982And in your power soft silencing your son.

5.2.972983After this cold considerance sentence me;

5.2.982984And as you are a king, speak in your state

5.2.992985What I have done that misbecame my place,

5.2.1002986My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

You are right, Justice, and you weigh this well.

5.2.1022988Therefore still bear the balance and the sword;

5.2.1032989And I do wish your honors may increase

5.2.1042990Till you do live to see a son of mine

5.2.1052991Offend you and obey you as I did.

5.2.1062992So shall I live to speak my father's words,

5.2.1072993"Happy am I that have a man so bold

5.2.1082994That dares do justice on my proper son

5.2.1092995And no less happy having such a son

5.2.1102996That would deliver up his greatness so

5.2.1112997Into the hands of justice." You did commit me,

5.2.1122998For which I do commit into your hand

5.2.1132999Th'unstained sword that you have used to bear,

5.2.1143000With this remembrance: that you use the same

5.2.1153001With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit

5.2.1163002As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand.

5.2.1173003You shall be as a father to my youth,

5.2.1183004My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine ear,

5.2.1193005And I will stoop and humble my intents

5.2.1203006To your well-practiced wise directions.

5.2.1213007And princes all, believe me, I beseech you,

5.2.1223008My father is gone wild into his grave,

5.2.1233009For in his tomb lie my affections;

5.2.1243010And with his spirits sadly I survive

5.2.1253011To mock the expectation of the world,

5.2.1263012To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out

5.2.1273013Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down

5.2.1283014After my seeming. The tide of blood in me

5.2.1293015Hath proudly flowed in vanity till now.

5.2.1303016Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea,

5.2.1313017Where it shall mingle with the state of floods

5.2.1323018And flow henceforth in formal majesty.

5.2.1333019Now call we our high court of parliament,

5.2.1343020And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,

5.2.1353021That the great body of our state may go

5.2.1363022In equal rank with the best-governed nation;

5.2.1373023That war, or peace, or both at once, may be

5.2.1383024As things acquainted and familiar to us;

5.2.1393025[To Lord Chief Justice] In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.

5.2.1403026Our coronation done, we will accite,

5.2.1413027As I before remembered, all our state,

5.2.1423028And, god consigning to my good intents,

5.2.1433029No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say,

3030"God shorten Harry's happy life one day."