We meet like men that had forgot to speak.
We do remember; but our argument
Is 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!
O, good my lord, you have lost a friend indeed;
And I dare swear you borrow not that face
sorrow, it is sure your own.
Though no man be assured what grace to find,
You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; would
Well, you must now speak Sir John Falstaff fair;
Which swims against your stream of quality.
Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,
Led by the impartial conduct of my soul:
And never shall you
see that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd 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.
Here comes the prince.
Enter KING HENRY V, attended
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,
Harry Harry. Yet be sad, good brothers,
For, by my faith, it very well becomes you:
Sorrow so royally in
That I will deeply put the fashion on
And wear it in my heart: why then, be sad;
no more of it, good brothers,
Than a joint burden laid upon us all.
For me, by heaven, I bid you be assured,
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.
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