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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,
Cla. I shall observe him with all care and love.
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,
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 !
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheathed,
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
make me sick ?
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;
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 :
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb be
And the old folk, time's doting chronicles,
2 Make me afraid. 3 Equivocal births.