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Did he not moralize this spectacle ?
LORD. O yes, into a thousand similes.
First, for his weeping into the needless stream;
Poor deer, quoth he, thou makest a testameni
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much. Then, being there alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ;
'Tis right, quoth he, thus misery doth part
The flux of company:
Anon, a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him : Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, yon fat and greasy citizens,
'Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them
up In their assign'd aud native dwelling-place.
DUKE. And did you leave him in this contemplation ?
LORD. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
Upon the sobbing deer.
Show me the place
I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.
LORD. I'll bring you to him straight.
3. HENRY V, AND LORD CHIEF JUSTICE. CH. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly, Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me. | forget
P. HENRY. No! How might a prince of my great hopes So great indignities you laid upon me? What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison Th' immediate heir of England ! was this easy! May this be wash'd im Lethe and forgotten ?
ČH. Jus. I then did use the person of your father : The image of his power lay then in me: And in th' administration of his law, While I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleaséd 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 judgement:
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
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,
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;
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 disdain'd:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your power so silencing your son.
After this cold consid'rance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state,
What have I done that misbecame my place,
My person, or ry liege's sovereignty.
P. HENRY. You are right, justice, and you weigh this Therefore still bear the balance and the sword : [well : And I do wish
do live to see a son of mine
Offend you, and obey you as I did :
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 no less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hand of justice.”—You committeà ne:
For which I do commit into
right, Justice, and you weigh this well.”
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 bumble my intents,
To your well-practis'd wise directions.
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 expectations of the world :
To frustrate prophecies, and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which 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,
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
In equal rank with the best govern'd nation :
That war or peace, or both at once, may
As things acquainted and familiar to us,
In which you, father, shall have foremost hand.
Our coronation done, we will accite
(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.
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon :
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fore-done.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide,