Dramatic Works of Shakespeare (Volume 4); The Text of the First Edition by William.. details from bookadda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ...sounds. The Trumpets sound. Enter King Henrie the Fift, Brothers, Lord Chiefe Justice. Falsi. Save thy Grace, King Hall, my Royall Hall. Pist. The heavens thee guard, and keepe, most royall Impe of Fame. Fal. 'Save thee my sweet Boy. King. My Lord Chiefe Justice, speake to that vaine man. Ch. Just. Have you your wits? Know you what 'tis you speake? Falst. My King, my love; I speake to thee, my heart. King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers: How ill white haires become a Foole, and Jester? I have long dream'd of such a kinde of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so prophane: But being awake, I do despise my dreame. Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace, Leave gourmandizing; Know the Grave doth gape For thee, thrice wider then for other men. Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne Jest, Presume not, that I am the thing I was, For heaven doth know (so shall the world perceive) That I have turn'd away my former Selfe, So will I those that kept me Companie. When thou dost heare I am, as I have bin, Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was't The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots: Till then, I banish thee, on paine of death, As I have done the rest of my Misleaders, Not to come neere our Person, by ten mile. For competence of life, I will allow you, That lacke of meanes enforce you not to evill: And as we heare you do reforme your selves, We will according to your strength, and qualities, Give you advancement. Be it your charge (my Lord) To see perform'd the tenure of our word. Set on. Exit King. Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound. Shal. I marry Sir John, which I beseech you to let me have home with me. Fal. That can hardly be, M. Shallow, do not you grieve at this: I shall be sent for in private to him: Looke you, he must seeme th...