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But what of that? he saw me, and yielded; that I the warming of the blood; which, before cold and may justly say with the hooked-nose fellow of Rome', settled, left the liver white and pale, which is the - I came, saw, and overcame.
badge of pusillanimity and cowardice: but the P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your sherris warms it, and makes it course from the indeserving.
wards to the parts extreme. It illumineth the face ; Fal. I know not ; here he is, and here I yield which, as a beacon, gives warning to all the rest of him : and I beseech your grace let it be booked this little kingdom, man, to arm; and then the with the rest of this day's deeds ; or I will have it vital commoners, and inland petty spirits, muster in a particular ballad else, with mine own picture me all to their captain, the heart; who, great, and on the top of it, Colevile kissing my foot : To the puffed up with this retinue, doth any deed of which course, if I be enforced, if you do not all courage : and this valour comes of sherris: So that show like gilt two-pences to me; and I, in the skill in the weapon is nothing, without sack; for clear sky of fame, o'ershining you as much as the that sets it a-work : and learning, a mere hoard of full moon doth the cinders of the element, which gold, kept by a devil; till sack commences it", shew like pins' heads to her ; believe not the word and sets it in act and use. Hereof comes it, that of the noble: Therefore let me have right and let prince Harry is valiant : for the cold blood he did desert mount.
naturally inherit of his father, he hath, like lean, P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount.
steril, and bare land, manured, husbanded, and Fal. Let it shine then.
tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking good, P. John. Thine's too thick to shine.
and good store of fertile sherris ; that he is become Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that may very hot and valiant. If I had a thousand sons, do me good, and call it what you will.
the first human principle I would teach them should P. John. Is thy name Colevile ?
be, - to forswear thin potations, and addict themCole.
It is, my lord. selves to sack.
Fal. I know not how they sold themselves : but and there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esthou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and quire : I have him already tempering between my I thank thee for thee.
finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. 5
(Exeunt. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ?
SCENE IV. Westminster. A Room in the West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.
Enter King HENRY, CLARENCE, PRINCE Hum. Blunt, lead him hence; and see you guard him sure.
PHREY, WARWICK, and others. [Ereunt some with COLEVILE. K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give successAnd now despatch we toward the court, my lords;
ful end I hear, the king my father is sore sick :
To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, Our news shall go before us to his majesty, - We will our youth lead on to higher fields, Which, cousin, you shall bear, — to comfort him ; And draw no swords but what are sanctified. And we with sober speed will follow you.
Our navy is address'd ©, our power collected, Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to Our substitutes in absence well invested, go through Glostershire ; and, when you come to And every thing lies level to our wish : court, stand my good lord, 'pray, in your good Only, we want a little personal strength; report.
And pause us, till these rebels now afoot, P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my con- Come underneath the yoke of government. dition,
War. Both which we doubt not but your majesty Shall better speak of you than you deserve. (Exit. Shall soon enjoy. Fal. I would, you had but the wit : 'twere better K. Hen.
Humphrey, my son, of Gloster, than your dukedom. Good faith, this same young Where is the prince your brother ? sober-blooded boy doth not love me; nor a man P. Humph. I think he's gone to hunt, my lord, cannot make him laugh; -- but that's no marvel, he
at Windsor. drinks no wine. There's never any of these de- K. Hen. And how accompanied ? mure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth P. Humph.
I do not know, my lord. so over-cool their blood, they are generally fools and K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, cowards ; — which some of us should be too, but
with him ? for inflammation. A good sherris-sack hath a two- P. Humph. No, my good lord, he is in presence fold operation in it. It ascends me into the brain ;
here. dries me there all the foolish, and dull, and crudy Cla. What would my lord and father ? vapours which environ it; makes it apprehensive, K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of quick, forgetive 3, full of nimble, fiery, and delect
Clarence. able shapes ; which delivered o'er to the voice, (the How chance, thou art not with the prince thy brother ? tongue,) which is the birth, becomes excellent wit. He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas; The second property of your excellent sherris is, –
* Brings it into action. 1 Julius Cæsar. * In my present temper.
5 An allusion to the old use of sealing with soft was. 6 Ready, prepared.
Thon hast a better place in his affection,
Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, Than all thy brothers ; cherish it, my boy ; Are brought to the correction of your law; And noble offices thou mayst effect
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd, Of mediation, after I am dead,
But peace puts forth her olive every where. Between his greatness and thy other brethren : The manner how this action hath been borne, Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love : Here at more leisure may your highness read; Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
With every course, in this particular. 9 By seeming cold, or careless of his will,
K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer-bird, For he is gracious, if he be observ'd 7;
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.
Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd : And when they stand against you, may they fall Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
As those that I am come to tell you of ! When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth :
The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph, But, being moody, give him line and scope ;
With a great power of English, and of Scots, Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown : Confound themselves with working. Learn this, The manner and true order of the fight, Thomas,
This packet, please it you, contains at large. And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in;
make me sick ? That the united vessel of their blood,
Will fortune never come with both hands full, Mingled with venom of suggestion,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters? (As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,)
She either gives a stomach, and no food, Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
Such are the poor, in health ; or else a feast, As aconitum , or rash gunpowder.
And takes away the stomach, — such are the rich, Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love. That have abundance, and enjoy it not. K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him, I should rejoice now at this happy news; Thomas ?
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy :Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. O me! come near me, now I am inuch ill. (Swoons K. Hen. And how accompanied ? canst thou tell
P. Humph. Comfort, your majesty! that?
0, my royal father! Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers. West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds ;
up! And he, the noble image of my youth,
War. Be patient, princes ; you do know, these fits Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief
Are with his highness very ordinary. Stretches itself beyond the hour of death ; Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be well. The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these pangs; In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
The incessant care and labour of his mind And rotten times, that you shall look upon Hath wrought the mure', that should confine it in, When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
So thin, that life looks through, and will break out. For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
P. Humph. The people fear me %; for they do When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
observe When means and lavish manners meet together,
Unfather'd heirs, and loathly birds of nature ; O, with what wings shall his affections fly
The seasons change their manners, as the year Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!
Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him quite: The prince but studies his companions,
Cla. The river hath thrice flow d, no ebb between Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the language, And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, 'Tis needful that the most immodest word
Say, it did so, a little time before Be look'd upon, and learn'd: which once attain'd, That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. Your highness knows, comes to no further use,
War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms, P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his end. The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me hence Cast off his followers : and their memory
Into some other chamber : softly, 'pray. Shall as a pattern or a measure live,
[They convey the King into an inner part of By which his grace must mete the lives of others;
the room, and place him on a bed. Turning past evils to advantages.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends ; K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave Unless some dull4 and favourable hand her comb
Will whisper musick to my weary spirit. In the dead carrion. - Who's here? Westmoreland? War. Call for the musick in the other room.
K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. Enter WESTMORELAND.
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much. West. Health to my sovereign ! and new happiness
War. Less noise, less noise. Added to that that I am to deliver !
9 The detail contained in prince John's letter. Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand :
2 Make me afraid 7 Has attention shown him.
3 An historical fact, on Oct. 12. 1411. & Wolf's lane, a poisonous herb.
• Melancholy, soothing.
Enter PRINCE Henry.
K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :
seek him out; P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence ?
Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose
Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. How doth the king ?
(Erit WARWICK. P. Humph. Exceeding ill.
This part of his conjoins with my disease, P. Hen.
Heard he the good news yet? And helps to end me. - See, sons, what things you Tell it him.
are ! P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the bearing it. How quickly nature falls into revolt, P. Hen. If he be sick
When gold becomes her object ! With joy, he will recover without physick.
For this the foolish over-careful fathers War. Not so much noise, my lords :
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains prince, speak low;
Their bones with industry ; The king your father is dispos'd to sleep.
For this they have engrossed and piled up Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room. War. Will't please your grace to go along with us? The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the For this they have been thoughtful to invest king. (Ereunt all but P. Henry.
Their sons with arts, and martial exercises : Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
When, like the bee, tollings from every flower
The virtuous sweets ;
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, That keep'st the ports 5 of slumber open wide
We bring it to the bive; and, like the bees, To many a watchful night! - sleep with it now!
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter taste. Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
Yield his engrossments 9 to the ending father. As he, whose brow, with homely biggin 6 bound,
Now, where is he that will not stay so long
Till his friend sickness hath determin'd' me? That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, There lies a downy feather, which stirs not :
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; Did he suspire, that light and weightless down
With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, Perforce must move. — My gracious lord ! my
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, father!
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither. That from this golden rigol 7 hath divorc'd
K. Hen. But wherefore did he take away the So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
crown? Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood; Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Re-enter Prince Henry. Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously ;
Lo, where he comes. -Come hither to me, Harry ı. My due, from thee, is this imperial crown; Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
[Exeunt CLARENCE, Prince HUMPHREY, Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,
Lords, fc. (Putting it on his head. P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. Which heaven shall guard : And put the world's K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that whole strength
thought : Into one giant arm, it shall not force
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. This lineal honour from me: This from thee Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Erit. That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours K. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence !
Before thy hour be ripe ? O foolish youth !
Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Re-enter Warwick, and the rest.
Stay but a little ; for my cloud of dignity Cla.
Doth the king call? Is held from falling with so weak a wind, War. What would your majesty ? How fares your That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. grace
Thou hast stolen that, which, after some few hours, K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my Were thine without offence; and, at my death, lords?
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation ? :
And thou wilt have me die assur'd of it. K. Hen. The prince of Wales ? Where is he? Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts ; let me see him :
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, He is not here:
To stab at half an hour of my life. War. This door is open ; he is gone this way. What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour ? P. Humph. He came not through the chamber Then get thee gone ; and dig my grave thyself; where we stay'd.
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from | That thou art crown'd, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse, War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
& Taking toll.
9 Accumulations. 5 Gates.
2 Confirmed my opinion