Princes
We hope no other from your majesty. KING HENRY V
You all look strangely on me: and you most; You are, I think, assured I love you not. Lord 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 The immediate heir of England! Was this easy? May this be wash'd in Lethe,
and forgotten? Lord Chief-Justice
I then did use the person of your father; The image of his power lay then in me: And, in the administration
of his law, Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth, Your highness pleased 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 disdain'd; 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 The unstained 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 spirit 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 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 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 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!
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