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If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
O, my son!
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
My gracious liege,
ADDRESS OF THE CHIEF JUSTICE TO KING HENRY V. WHOM HE HAD IMPRISONED.
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; 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 t. Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours; Be now the father, and propose a son: Hear your own dignity so much profan'd, See your most dreadful laws so loosely slighted, Behold yourself so by a son disdained; And then imagine me taking your part, And, in your power, soft silencing your son.
* Crown. + Treat with contempt your acts executed by a representative. CHORUS.
INVOCATION TO THE MUSE.
FOR a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine,sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
PERFECTIONS OF KING HENRY V.
* Listen to.
THE COMMONWEALTH OF BEES.
So work the honey bees; Creatures, that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and officers of sorts*: Where some, like magistrates, correct at home; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor: Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold; The civil t citizens kneading up the honey; And poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate; The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors i pale The lazy yawning drone.
Now all the youth of England are on fire,
* Different degrees.
+ Sober, grave.
# Executioners. APOSTROPHE TO ENGLAND. O England !-model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart,What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural ! But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out A nest of hollow bosoms, which he* fills With treacherous crowns.
O, how hast thou with jealousy infected The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful? Why, so didst thou: Seem they grave and learned ? Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family? Why, so didst thou: Seem they religious? Why, so didst thou: Or are they spare in diet; Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood; Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complementt; Not working with the eye, without the ear, And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither? Such, and so finely bolted I didst thou seem: And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued $, With some suspicion.
DAME QUICKLY'S ACCOUNT OF FALSTAFF'S DEATH. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom || child; ’a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon bis fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out-God, God, God! three or four
*i. e. The king of France. † Accomplishment.