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P. Hum. No, my good lord; he is in presence

here. Cla. What would my lord and father? K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of

Clarence. How chance, thou art not with the prince thy bro

ther? He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas. Thou hast a better place in his affection Than all thy brothers : cherish it, my boy; And noble offices thou mayst effect Of mediation, after I am dead, Between his greatness and thy other brethren : Therefore omit him not; blunt not his love; Nor lose the good advantage of his grace, By seeming cold, or careless of his will. For he is gracious, if he be observed ; 1 He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity : Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, he's flint; As humorous ? as winter, and as sudden As flaws 3 congealed in the spring of day. His temper, therefore, must be well observed : Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth: But, being moody, give him line and scope ; Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,

If he has respectful attention shown to nim. ? Capricious

3 Gusts of wind.


Confound themselves with working. Learn this,

And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in ;
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion,
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in)
Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.
K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him,

Thomas ?
Cla. He is not there to-day: he dines in London.
K. Hen. And how accompanied? Canst thou tell

that? Cla. With Poins, and other his continual fol.

lowers. K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to

weeds ; And he, the noble image of my youth, ls overspread with them : therefore my grief Stretches itself beyond the hour of death ; The blood

from my heart, when I do shape, In forms imaginary, the unguided days, And rotten times, that you shall look upon When I am sleeping with my ancestors :


i Though their blood be inflamed by the temptations to which youth is prone.

3 Wolf's-bane, a poisonous herb.



For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together ;-
0, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and opposed decay !
War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him

quite. The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue; wherein, to gain the lan

guage, 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn’d; which once attain'd, Your highness knows, comes to no farther use, But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms, The prince will, in the perfectness of time, Cast off his followers; and their memory Shall as a pattern or a measure live, By which his grace must mete the lives of others ; Turning past evils to advantages. K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave

her comb In the dead carrion. Who's here? Westmoreland ?


West. Health to my sovereign, and new happi


Added to that that I am to deliver !
Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand :
Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your law:

There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,
But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here, at more leisure, may your highness read;
With every course, in his particular.1
K. Hen. 0 Westmoreland, thoy art a summer

bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day. Look! here 's more news.


Har. From enemies Heaven keep your majesty ; And, when they stand against you, may they fall As those that I am come to tell


The earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English and of Scots,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news

make me sick ?
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters ?
She either gives a stomach, and no food,-
Such are the

poor, in health; or else a feast, And takes away the stomach ;—such are the rich, That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

| The detail contained in Prince John's letter.

I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O me! come near me; now I am much ill. [swoons.

P. Hum. Comfort, your majesty!

O my royal father! West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look


War. Be patient, princes; you do know, these fits Are with his highness very ordinary. Stand from him; give him air : he'll straight be

well. Cla. No, no; he cannot long hold out these

pangs : The incessant care and labor of his mind Hath wrought the mure,1 that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.

P. Hum. The people fear me;? for they do ob


Unfather'd heirs,3 and loathly birds of nature :
The seasons change their manners, as the year
Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them


Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be


And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
Say, it did so, a little time before
That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died.

| Wall.

2 Make me afraid. 3 Equivocal births.

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