Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.

War. Will't please your grace to go along with us? P. Henry. No; I will fit and watch here by the king. [Exeunt all but Prince Henry. Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being fo troublefome a bed-fellow? O polifh'd perturbation! golden care! That keep'ft the ports of flumber open wide To many a watchful night!-leep with it now!Yet not fo found, and half fo deeply sweet, As he, whofe brow, with homely' biggen bound, Snores out the watch of night. O majesty! When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,....

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That fcalds with fafety. "By his

By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather, which stirs not:

Did he fufpire, that light and weightless down
Perforce must move.-My gracious lord! my father!--
This fleep is found, indeed; this is a fleep,
That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd
So many English kings. Thy due, from me,
Is tears, and heavy forrows of the blood;
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;
Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,
Derives itself to me. Lo, here it fits,-

[Putting it on his head. Which heaven fhall guard: And put the world's whole

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ftrength

biggen]-cap of the Beguines, an order of nuns.

with fafety.]-while it fecures.

By bis gates of breath]-Upon his lips." This feather firs."

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rigol]-circle, the crown.

KING LEAR, A&t V. S. 3. Lear.

POEMS, p. 569.

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Into

Into one giant arm, it shall not force

This lineal honour from me: This from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.

K. Henry. Warwick! Glofter! Clarence!

Re-enter Warwick, and the rest.

Cla. Doth the king call?

[Exit.

War. What would your majefty? How fares your grace? K. Henry. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to fit and watch by you.

K. Henry. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me fee him:

He is not here.

War. This door is open; he is gone this way.

Glo. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd, K. Henry. Where is the crown? who took it from my

pillow?

War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
K. Henry. The prince hath ta'en it hence :-go, feek

him out.

Is he fo hafty, that he doth suppose

My fleep my death?

Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither.— This part of his conjoins with my disease,

And helps to end me.-See, fons, what things you are! How quickly nature falls into revolt,

When gold becomes her object!

For this the foolish over-careful fathers

Have broke their fleep with thought, their brains with care, Their bones with industry;

For this they have engroffed and pil'd up

The canker'd heaps of ftrange-atchieved gold;

For thi]-For fuch a return as this,

For

For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their fons with arts, and martial exercises :

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When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
The virtuous sweets;

Our thighes pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter tafte
Yield his 'engroffments to the ending father.-

Re-enter Warwick.

Now, where is he that will not stay so long

'Till his friend fickness hath determin'd me?

War, My lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;

With fuch a deep demeanour in great forrow,
That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood,
Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.

K. Henry. But wherefore did he take away the crown?

Re-enter Prince Henry.

Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry :-
Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

[Exeunt Lords, &c.

P. Henry. I never thought to hear you speak again.

K. Henry. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought:

I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.

Doft thou fo hunger for my empty chair,

That thou wilt needs inveft thee with mine honours

Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!

Thou seek'ft the greatness that will overwhelm thee.
Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity

tolling]-taking toll, culling.

engroments]-accumulations.

Is

• determin'd me ?]-brought me to my end.

Is held from falling with fo weak a wind,

That it will quickly drop: my day is dim.

Thou haft ftol'n that, which, after fome few hours,
Were thine without offence; and, at my death,

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Thou haft feal'd up my expectation:

Thy life did manifeft, thou lov'dst me not,
And thou wilt have me die affured of it.
Thou hid'ft a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou haft whetted on thy ftony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my life.

What! canft thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself;
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearfe,
Be drops of balm, to fanctify thy head :
Only "compound me with forgotten duft;
Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms.
Pluck down my officers, break my decrees;

For now a time is come to mock at form,
Harry the fifth is crown'd:-Up, vanity!
Down, royal ftate! all you fage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court affemble now,
From every region, apes of idleness!

Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum:
Have you a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance,
Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit
The oldeft fins the newest kind of ways?

Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall double gild his treble guilt;

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* feal'd up my expectation:]-confirmed my fufpicions.
" compound-mix, blend. POEMS, p. 639.
double gild his trelle guilt ;]-guilt formerly fpelt gilt.
Have for the gilt of France (O guilt indeed!)"

...

HAMLET, A& V. S. 2. Charas.
England

England shall give him office, honour, might:
For the fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks
The muzzle of restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh his tooth in every innocent.

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O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,

Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!

P. Henry. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears,

The moift impediments unto my speech,

[Kneeling,

I had fore-stall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it fo far. There is your crown;
And He that wears the crown immortally,
Long guard it yours! If I affect it more,
Than as your honour, and as your renown,
Let me no more from this obedience rife,
(Which my moft true and inward-duteous fpirit
Teacheth) this proftrate and exterior bending!
Heaven witnefs with me, when I here came in,
And found no course of breath within your majesty,
How cold it struck my heart! if I do feign,
O, let me in my prefent wildness die;
And never live to fhew the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed!
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead almoft, my liege, to think you were)
I spake unto the crown, as having sense,

And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending,
Hath fed upon the body of my father;

flesh his tooth in every innocent.]-fatiate his luft on virgin in

nocence.

y thy care-regular occupation, main pursuit.

Therefore,