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Westminster. An Apartment in the Palace.
 Enter WARWICK and the LORD CHIEF JUSTICE, meeting.

Warwick    How now, my Lord Chief Justice, whither away?

Chief Justice    How doth the king?

Warwick    Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.

Chief Justice    I hope not dead.

Warwick                        He's walked the way of nature;
    And to our purposes he lives no more.

Chief Justice    I would his majesty had called me with him.
    The service that I truly did his life
    Hath left me open to all injuries.

Warwick    Indeed I think the young king loves you not.

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.

    Enter Prince John of LANCASTER, CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, and OTHERS.

Warwick    Here come the heavy issue of dead Harry.
    O that the living Harry had the temper
    Of he the worst of these three gentlemen!
    How many nobles then should hold their places
    That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!

Chief Justice    O God, I fear all will be overturned!

Lancaster    Good morrow, cousin Warwick, good morrow.

Gloucester &
Clarence    Good morrow, cousin.

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.

Chief Justice    Peace be with us, lest we be heavier.

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.
    I am the sorrier; would 'twere otherwise.

Clarence    Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair,
    Which swims against your stream of quality.

Chief Justice    Sweet princes, what I did I did in honour,
    Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul;
    And never shall you see that I will beg
    A ragged and forestalled 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.

Warwick    Here comes the prince.

                  Enter KING HENRY THE FIFTH, attended.

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.
    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
    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,
    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.

Lancaster,
Gloucester &
Clarence    We hope no otherwise from your majesty.

King Henry V    You all look strangely on me,
            [To CHIEF JUSTICE.]    and you most;
    You are, I think, assured I love you not.

Chief Justice    I am assured, if I be measured rightly,
    Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.

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
    Th' immediate heir of England! Was this easy?
    May this be washed in Lethe and forgotten?

Chief Justice    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,
    Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
    Your Highness pleasd 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,
    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 profaned,
    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.
    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.

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.
    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
    Into the hands of justice." You did commit me;
    For which I do commit into your hand
    Th' unstaind sword that you have used to bear,
    With this remembrance: that you use the same
    With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit
    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.
    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 spirits sadly I survive
    To mock the expectation of the world,
    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 flowed 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-governed 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,
    As I before remembered, 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.