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the army

what pains

The very instruments of chastisement :

Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes So that his power, like to a fangless lion,

To the last man. May offer, but not hold.


And though we here fall down? Arch. 'Tis very true ;

We have supplies to second our attempt; And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, If they miscarry, theirs shall second them : If we do now make our atonement well,

And so, success of mischief shall be born; Our peace will, like a broken limb united,

And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Grow stronger for the breaking.

Whiles England shall have generation. Murb.

Be it so.

P. John. You are too shallow, Hastinys, much Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.

too shallow,

To sound the bottom of the afier-times.

West. Pleaseth your grace to answer them di West. The prince is here at hand : Pleaseth your rectly, lordship,

How far-forth do you like their articles ? To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies ? P. John. Like them all, and do allow them well. Mjwb. Your grace of York, in God's name then And swear here by the honour of my blood, se forward.

My father's purposes have been mistook; Arch. Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we And some aboui him have too lavishly

[Exeunt. Wrested his meaning, and authority.

My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; SCENE II. Another Part of the Forest. Enter, Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,

from one side, MOWBRAY, the Archbishop, Hast- Discharge your powerso unto their several counties, Ings, and others: from the other side, PRINCE As we will ours : and here, between the armies, Joan of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, Officers, Let's drink together friendly, and embrace; and Attendants.

That all their eyes inay bear those tokens home, P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my

Of our restored love and amity. cousin Mowbray :

Arch. I take your princely word for these ro ·

dresses. Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;And so to you, Lord Hastings,-and to all.-

P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word; My lord of York, it better show'd with you,

And thereupon I drink unto your grace. When that your flock, assembled by the bell,

Hast. Go, captain (To an Officer,) and deliver to Encircled you, to hear with reverence

This news of


let them have pay, and part; Your exposition on the holy text;

I know, it will well please them; Hie thee, captain. Than now to see you here an iron man,' Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,

[Erit Officer

Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. Turning the word to sword, and life to death. That man that sits within a monarch's heart,

West. I pledge your grace: And, i? you knew And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,

I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
Would he abuse the countenance of the king,

You would drink freely: but my love to you
Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach,
In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you.

West. It is even so :-Who hath not heard it spoken,

I am glad of it.

Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray. How deep you were within the books of God ?

Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season; Το us, the speaker in his parliament:

For I am, on the sudden, something ill. To us, the imagin’d voice of God himself:

Arch Against ill chances, men are ever merry ; The very opener, and intelligencer,

But heaviness foreruns the good event. Between the grace, the sanctitius? of heaven,

West. Therefore be merry, coz: since sudden And our dull workings: 0, who shall believe, But you

misuse the reverence of your place; Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,

Serves to say thus,-Some good thing, comes toAs a false favourite doth his prince's name, In deeds dishonourable ? You have taken up ;'

Arch. Believe me, I ain passing light in spirit.

Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be Under the counterfeited zeal of God,

true. The subjects of the substitute, my father;

| Shruts within.

P. John. The word of peace is render’d; Hark, And, both against the peace of heaven and him,

how they shout! Have here up-swarm’d them.

Mowb. This had been cheerful, after victory. Arch.

Good, my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace :

Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,

For then both parties nobly are subdued, The rime misorder'd doth, in common sense,

And neither party loser.

P. John. Crowd

Go, my lord, us, and crush us, to this monstrous form, To hold our safety up. I sent your grace

And let our army be discharged too.-The parcels and particulars of our grief;

(Exit WESTMORELAND The which hath been with scorn shov's from the And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains

March by us ; that we may peruse the men court,

We should have cop'd withal. Whereon this Hydra son of war is born :


Go, good Lord Hastings, Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep,

And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

[Exit Hastings. With grant of our most just and right desires : And true obedience of this madness curd,

P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night

together.Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

6 Alluding to the dragon charmed to rest by the spells | Holinshed says of the Archbishop, that, 'coming of Medea. foorth ainongst then clad in armour, he encouraged and 7 Succession.

8 Approve. pricked them foorth to take the enterprize in hand.' 9 lt was Westmoreland who made this deceitful propo2 This expression has been adopted by Milton :- sal, as appears from Holinshed :-"The earl of West

• Around him all the sanctities of heaven moreland, using more policie than the rest, said, whereas Stood thick as stars.'

our people have been long in armour, lei them depart 8 Duell workings are labours of thought.

home to their woonted trailes : In the mean time let us 4 Raised up in arms.

drink togither in signe of agreement, that the people 5 Common sense is the general sense of general on both sides may see it, and know that it is true, that danger.

we be light at a point.'





Now, Falstaff, where have you been all this while ? Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

When every thing is ended, then you come: West. The leaders, having charge from you to These tardy tricks of yours will, on my life, stand,

One time or other break some gallows' back. Will not go off until they hear you speak.

Fal. I would be sorry, my lord, but it should bo P. John. They know their duties.

thus ; I never knew yet, but rebuke and check was

the reward of valour. Do you think me a swallow, Re-enter Hastings.

an arrow, or a bullet ? have I, in my poor and old Hrst. My lord, our army is dispers'd already: motion, the expedition of thought? I have speeded Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses hither with the very extremest inch of possibility; East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, I have foundered nine score and odd posts: and Each hurries toward his home, and sporting-place. here, travel-tainted as I am, have, in my pure and West. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the immaculate valour, taken Sir John Colevile of the which

dale, a most furious knight, and valorous enemy : I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:

But what of that ? he saw me, and yielded; that I And you, lord archbishop,--and you, Lord Mowe may justly say with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome,» bray,

I came, saw, and overcame. Of capital treason I attach you both.

P. John. It was more of his courtesy than your Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable ? deserving. West. Is your assembly so ?

Fal. I know not; here he is, and here I yield Arch. Will you thus break your faith? him: and I beseech your grace, let it be booked P. John,

I pawn'd thee none : with the rest of this day's deeds; or, by the Lord, I promis'd you redress of these same grievances, I will have it in a particular ballad else, with mine Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, own picture on the top of it, Coleville kissing my I will perform with a most christian care, foot : To the which course, if I be enforced, if you But, for you, rebels,-look to taste the due do not all show like gilt two-pences to me ; and I, Meet for rebellion, and such acts as yours. in the clear sky of fame, o'ershine you as much as Most shallowly did you these arms commence, the full moon doth the cinders of the element, Fondly' brought here, and foolishly sent hence.- which show like pins' heads to her; belicve not the Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray ; word of the noble : Therefore let me have right, and Heaven, and not we, have safely fought to-day- let desert mount. Some guard these traitors to the block of death; P. John. Thine's too heavy to mount. Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.

Fal. Let it shine then.

(Ereunt. P. John. Thine's too thick to shine. SCENE III. Another Part of the Forest. Alarums :

Fal. Let it do something, my good lord, that may Excursions. Enter Falstaff and COLEVILE,

do me good, and call it what you will. mecting.

P. John. Is thy name Colevile ?

It is, my lord Fal. What's your name, sir ? of what condition

P. John. A farnous rebel art thou, Colevile. are you: and of what place, I pray ?

Fal. And a famous true subject took him. Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is-Cole

Cole. I am, my lord, but as my betters are, vile of the dale.

That led me hither: had they been rul'd by me, Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight You should have won them dearer than you have. is your degree; and your place, the dale : Colevile shall still be your name ; a traitor your degree; and thou, like a kind fellow, gavest thyself away; and

Fal. I know not how they sold themselves: but the dungeon your place,-a place deep enough : so I thank thee for thee. shall you still be Colevile of the dale. Cole. Are not you Sir John Falstaft?

Re-enter WESTMORELAND. Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. P. John. Now, have you left pursuit ? Do ye yield, sir ? or shall I sweat for you? If I do

West. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd. sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death : therefore rouse up fear and trem- To York, to present execution :(–

P. John. Send Colevile, with his confederates, bling, and do observance to my mercy:

Cole. I think, you are Sir John Faistaff; and in Blunt, lead him hence ; and see you guard him sure. that thought, yield me.

(Exeunt some with COLEFILE. Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this I hear, the king my father is sore sick :

And now despatch we toward the court, my lords; belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks Our news shall go before us to his majesty, --. any other word but my name. An I had but a belly Which, cousin, you shall bear,--to comfort bim; of any indifferency, I'were simply the most active And we with sober speed will follow you. Collow in Europe: My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me.-Here comes our general.

Fal. My lord, I beseech you, give me leave to

go through Glostershire: and, when you come to Enter Prince John of Lancaster, WESTMORE-court, sland my good lord,' 'pray, in your good LAND, and others.

report. *P. John. The heat is past, follow no further

6. At the king's coming to Durham the Lord Hast.

ings, Sir John Colevile of the dale, &c. being convicted Call in the powers, good cousin Westmoreland.

of the conspiracy, were there beheaded. --Holinshed, [Erit WEST.

p. 530. It is to be observed that there are two accounts

of the termination of the archbishop of York's conspira I i. e. foolishly.

cy, both of which are given by Holinshed. He states 2 It cannot but raise some indignation to find this that on the archbishop and earl marshal submitting to horrid violation of faith passed over thus slightly by the the king and to his son Prince John, there present, poet without any note of censure or detestation. - John their troopes skaled and fledde their wayes; but being son. That Shakspeare followed the historians is no pursued, many were taken, many slain, &c.; the archexcuse ; for it is the duty of a poet always to take the bishop and earl marshall were brought to Pomfree to the side of virtue.--I had some doubt whether I should re-i king, who from thence went to Yorke, uchyther the pri. lain this reflection upon the poetical justice of Shaks. soners were also brought, and there beheaded. It is peare ; but I have been determined to do so by the hope this last account that Shakspeare has followed, but with ihat it may lead to the discussion of the passage. I would some variation ; for the names of Colevile and Hastings not willingly believe 'hat the poet approved this abomi. are not mentioned among those who were beheaded af nable picce of treeshery

York. 3 C293:.

4 A ludicrous term for the stars. 7 Johnson was so much unacquainted with ancient á li pprare in Jolevile was designed to be pro- phrascology as to make difficilties about this phrase, nounced as a riable; it is often spelt Colleville in which is one of the most common petitionary farms of che old cop10%

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P. John. Fare you well, Falstaff: I, in my con- | And draw no swords but what are sanctified. dition,

Our navy is address'd,' our power collected, Shall better speak of you than you deserve. (Erit. Our substitutes in absence well invested,

Fal. I would you had but the wit ; 'twere better and every thing lies level to our wish : than your dukedom.--Good faith, this same young Only, we want a little personal strength; sober-blooded boy doth not love me: nor a man And pause us, till those rebels, now afoot, cannot make him laugh ;-but that's no marvel, he come underneath the yoke of government. drinks no wine. There's never any of these de War. Both which, we doubt not but your mamure boys come to any proof: for thin drink doth

so over-cool their blood, and making many fish- Shall soon enjoy.
meals, that they fall into a kind of male green-sick K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster,
ness; and then, when they marry, they gei wenches: Where is the prince your brother?
they are generally fools and cowards ;-which some P. Humph. think, he's gone to bunt, my lord,
of us should be too, but for inflammation. A good

at Windsor.
sherris sacka hath a two-fold operation in it. It K. Hen. And how accompanied?
ascends me into the brain ; dries me there all the P. Humph.

I do not know, my lord. foolish and dull, and crudy' vapours which environ K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, it : makes it apprehensive, quick, forgetive, full of

with him? nimble, fiery, and delectable shapes; which deli P. Humph. No, my good lord; he is in presence vered o'er to the voice (the tongue,) which is the

here. birth, becomes excellent wit. The second property Cla. What would my lord and father? of your excellent sherris is,--the warming of the K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of blood; which, before cold and settled, left the liver

Clarence. white and pale, which is the badge of pusillanimity How chance, thou art not with the prince thy broand cowardice : but the sherris warms it, and makes

ther? it course from the inwards to the parts extreme. It He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Thomas ; illuminoth the face : which, as a beacon, gives Thou hast a better place in his affection, warning to all the rest of this little kingdom, man, to Than all thy brothers : cherish it, my boy; arm : and then the vital commoners, and inland And noble offices thou may'st effect petty spirits, muster me all to their captain, the of mediation, after I am dead, heart; who, great, and puffed up with this retinue, Between his greatness and thy other brethren :-doth any deed of courage ; and this valour comes Therefore, omit him not : blunt not his love : of sherrís : So that skill in the weapon is nothing, Nor lose the good advantage of his grace, without sack; for that sets it a-work'; and learning, By seeming cold or careless of his will. a mere hoard of gold kept by a devil ;4 till sack For he is gracious, if he be observd; commences it,' and sets ji in act and use. Hereof He hath a tear for pity, and a hand comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant: for the cold Open as day for melting charity : blood he did naturally inherit of his father, he hath, Yet, notwithstanding, being incens'd, he's flini , like lean, steril, and bare land, manured, husband. As humorous' as winter, and as sudden ed, and tilled, with excellent endeavour of drinking As faws congealed in the spring of day.10, good, and good store of fertile sherris; that he is His temper, therefore, must be well observid: become very hot, and valiant. if I had a thousand Chide bim for faults, and do it reverently, sons, the first human principle I would teach them, When you perceive his blood inclin’d to mirth: should be,--to forswear thin potations, and addici But, being moody, give him line and scope;. themselves to sack,

Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,

Confound themselves with working. Learn this,

How now, Bardolph?

And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends ;
Bard. The army is discharged all, and zone. A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in;

Fal. Let them go. I'll through Glostershire; and Thal the united vessel of iheir blood,
there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: Mingled with venom of suggestion,'
I have him already temperinge between my finger (As, force perforce, the age will pour it id,)
and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Shall never leak, though it do work as strong
Come away.

(Exeunt. As aconitum,'? or rash gunpowder.
SCENE IV. Westminster. A Room in the Pa-

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and

HUMPHREY, WARWICK, and others.

K. Hen. Why art thou not at Windsor with him,

Thomas? K. Hen. Now, lords, if heaven doth give suc Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London. cessful end

k. Hen. And how accompanied ? canst thou tell To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,

that? We will our youth lead on to higher fields,

Cla. With Poins, and other his continual folo

Lord, means stand my friend, be my patron or bene.
factor, report well of me.

i Condition is most frequently used by Shakspeare Si. e. if he has respectful attention shoron him
for nature, disposition. The prince may therefore 9. His qualities were beauteous as his form,

I shall in my good nature speak beller of you For maiden-longu'd he was, and therefore free ,
chan you deserve.'

Yet if men mor’d him, was such a slorm
2 Vide porc on King Henry IV. Part 1. Act. i. Sc. ii. As olt'wixt May and April is to see,
3 Inventive, imaginative.

When winds breathe sweet, unruly though they be.'
4 It was anciently supposed that all the mines of gold,

Shakspeare's Lorer's Compluini.
&c. were guarded by evil spirits. See the Secret Won Humorous was used for capricious, as humoursome
ders of Nature and Art, by Edw. Fenton, 1509, p. 91.

now is.
5 Commences il, that is brings it into action. Tyr. 10 A flaw is a sudden gust of violent wind; alluding to
while thinks it is probable that there is an allusion to the the opinion of some philosophers, that the vapours de
rommencement and act of the universities, which give ing congealed in the air by cold (which is the most in.
w students a complete authority to use those hoards of tense in the morning, ) and being afterwards rarefied
learning which have entitled them to their degrees. As and let loose by the warmth of the sun, occasion those
the dictionaries of the poet's time explain this matter, j sudden and impetuous gusts of wind which are called
the conjecture seems probable.

flaws. Shakspeare uses the word again in King Heory
6 A pleasant allusion to the old use of soft war for | VI. and in his Venus and Adonis.

11 Though their blood be infamed by the temptations
7 Ready, prepared.

to which youth is peculiarly subject. : To-morrow for our march are we address'd.'

12 Aconitum, or aconite, wolfs-bane, a poisonous bert King Henry V. Rush is sudden, hasty, violeni.

look up!


K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds ;! K. Hen. And wherefore should these good news And he, the noble image of my youth,

make me sick ? Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief Will fortune never come with both hands full, Stretches itself beyond the hour of death :

But write her fair words still in foulest letters ? The blood weeps from my heart, when I do shape, She either gives a stomach, and no food, In forms imaginary, the unguided days,

Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast, And rotten times, that you shall look upon, And takes away the stomach, --such are the rich, When I am sleepiog with my ancestors.

That have abundance, and enjoy it not. For when his headstrong riot hath no curb, I should rejoice now at this happy news; When rage and hot blood are his counsellors, And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy : When means and lavish manners meet together, O me! come near me, now I am much ill. 0, with what wings shall his affoctions' fly

[Swoons. Towards fronting peril and oppos’d decay !

P. Humph, Comfort, your majesty! War. My gracious lord, you look beyond him


my royal father! quite :

West. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, The prince but studies his companions, Like a strange tongue : wherein, lo gain the lan- War. Be patient, princes ; you do know, these guage,

fits 'Tis needful, that the most immodest word Are with his highness very ordinary. Be look'd upon, and learn'd : which once attain'd, Stand from him, give him air; he'll straight be Your highness knows, comes to no further use,

well. But to be known, and hated. So, like, gross Cla. No, no ; he cannot long hold out these terms,

pangs; The prince will, in the perfectness of time, The incessant care and labour of his mind Cast off his followers : and their memory

Hath wrought the mure,' that should confine it in, Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

So thin, that life looks through, and will break out, By which his grace must mete the lives of others; P. Humph. The people fear me ;* for they do Turning past evils to advantages.

observe K. Hen. 'Tis seldom—when the bee doth leave Unfather'd heirs,' and loathly birds of nature : her comb

The seasons change their manners, as the year In the dead carrion.'-Who's here? Westmore- Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them land ?

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

tween : West. Health to my sovereign! and now hap- Say, it did so, a little time before

And the old folk, time's doting chronicles, piness Added to that that I am to deliver!

That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died

War. Speak lower, princes, for the king recovers. Prince John, your son, doth kiss your grace's hand : Mowbray, the bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,

P. Humph. This apoplex will, certain, be his enda Are brought to the correction

K. Hen. I pray you, take me up, and bear me your law;

hence There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,

Into some other chamber: softly, 'pray.
But peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,

[They convey the King into an inner part of Here at more leisure may your highness read;

the Room, and place him on a Beda

Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; With every course, in his particular. K. Hen. o Westmoreland, thou art a summer Will whisper music to my weary spirit.

Unless some dull!" and favourable hand bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings

War. Call for the music in the other room.

K. Hen. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.

Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much Enter HARCOURT,

War. Less noise, less noise.
Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty;

And, when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of!

P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence ?
The Earl Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolph, Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness.
With a great power of English, and of Scots,

P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none

abroad ! Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown : The manner and true order of the fighi,

How doth the king ?
This packet, please it you, contains at large.

P. Humph. Exceeding ill.
P. Hen.

Heard he the good news yet ?

Tell it him. I Affections, in the language of Shakspeare's time, are passions, desires. Appetitus animi. 2 A parallel passare occurs in Terence :

dull and sind were synonymous. 'Daullness, slow. quo modo adolescentulus

ness; tarditas, tardivete. Somewhat dull or slotce ; Meretricum ingenia et mores posset noscere tardiusculus, tardelet;' says Barel. But Shakspeare Mature ut cum cognovit, perpetuo oderit.'

uses dulness for drousiness in the Tempest. And Baret 3 As the hee, having once placed her comb in a car has also this sense :- Slow, dull, asleepe, drousie, as. cass, stays by her honey, so he that has once taken conied, heavie; torpidus. It has always been thought pleasure in bad company will continue to associate with that slow music induces sleep. Ariel enters playing soihose that have the art of pleasing him.

lemn music to produce this effect, in the Teniper. The 4 The detail contained in Prince John's letter. Hotion is not peculiar to our great poet, as the foilowing

5 Mure for wall is another of Shakspeare's Latin-exquisite lines, almost worthy of his hand, may wit isms. It was not in frequent use by his cotemporaries. ness:-Wrought it thin is ñade it thin by gradual detriment : "Oh, lull me, lull me, charming air, toroughl being the preterite of work.

My senses rock'd with wonder sweet; 6 To fear anciently signified to make afraid, as well Like snow on wool thy (allings are, as to dread. "A vengeance light on thee that so doth

Soft like a spirit are thy feet. feare me, or makest me so feared.-Barel.

Grief who need fear 7 That is, equivocal births, wionsters.

That hath an ear? 8.1. e. as if the year.

Down let him lie, 9 An historical fact. 'On Oct. 12, 1411, this happened.

And slumbering die, 10 Johnson asserts that dull here signifies melan.

And change his soul for harmony. choly, gentle, soothing.? Malone says that it means (From Wii Restored, 1659.) They are attributed to producing dullness or heaviness. The face is that Dr. Scrode, who died in 1644

with care,

P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. For this the foolish over-careful fathers
P. Hen. If he be sick

Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains
With joy, he will recover without physic.
War. Not so much noise, my lords ;--sweet Their bones with industry;
prince, speak low ;

For this they have engrossed and pild up The king your father is dispos’d to sleep. The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;

Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room. For this they have been thoughtful to invest IVær. Will't please your grace to go along Their sons with arts, and martial exercises : with us?

When, like the bee, tollings from every flower P. Hen. No; I will sit and watch here by the The virtuous sweets;

king.' (Ereunt all but P. HENRY. Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, We bring it to the hive ; and, like the bees, Being so troublesome a bedfellow?

Are murder'd for our pains. This bitter tasto O polish'd perturbation! golden care!

Yields his engrossments to the ending father.
That keeps the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night!--sleep with it now!

Re-enter WARWICK.
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet, Now, where is he that will not stay so long
As he, whose brow, with homely biggin' bound, Till his friend sickness bath determin'di me?
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!

War. My lord, I found the prince in the next When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit

room, Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,

Washing with

kindly tears his gentle cheeks , That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath With such a deep demeanor in great sorrow, There lies a downy feather, that stirs not : That tyranny, which never quaff'd but blood, Did he suspire, that light and weightless down Would, by beholding him, have wash'd his knite Perforce must move, : --My gracious lord !--my fa- With genile eye-drops. He is coming hither. ther!

K. Hen. But wherefore did be take away the This sleep is sound indeed ; this is a sleep,

crown ? That from this golden rigoló hath divorc'd

So many English kings." Thy due, from me,
Is tears, and heavy sorrows of the blood;

Lo, where he comes.-Come hither to me, Harry. Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,

Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:

(Exeunt CLARENCE, PRINCE HUMPHREY, My due, from thee, is this imperial crown;

Lords, frc. Which, as immediate from thy place and blood,

P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. Derives itself to me. Lo, here it sits,

K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that

(Putting it on his head. thought : Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. whole strength

Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, Into one giant arm, it shall not force

That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours This lineal honour' from me: This frora thee Before thy hour be ripe ? O foolish youth ! Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. (Erit. Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm K. Hen. Warwick ! Gloster ! Clarence !


Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity Re-enter WARWICK, and the rest. Is held from falling with so weak a wind, Cla.

Doth the king call! That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. War. What would your majesty? How fares Thou hast stoln that, which, after some few hours, your grace?

Were thine without offence; an l, at my death, K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my Thou hast seal'd up my expectation :8 lords?

Thy life did manifest, thou lov'Ist me not, Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my And thou wilt have me die assured of it. liege,

Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; Who undertook to sit and watch by you.

Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, K. Hen. The prince of Wales ? Where is he? To stab at half an hour of my life. let me see him :

What! canst thou not forbear me half an hori? He is not here.

Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself; War. This door is open; he is gone this way. And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, P. Humph. He came not through the chamber That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. where we stay'd.

Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse, K. Hen. Where is the crown? who look it from Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head : my pillow ?

Only compound me with forgotten dust ; War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. here.

Pluck down my officers, break my decrees; K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :--go, For now a time is come to mockat form, seek him out;

Harry the fifth is crown'd ;-Up, vanity!" Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose

Down, royal state ! all you sage counsellors, hence ! My sleep my death?

And to the English court assemble now, Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. From every region, apes of idleness !

(Exit WARWICK. Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum. This part of his conjoins with my disease, Have ou a ruffian, that will swear, drink, dance, And helps to end me.-See, sons, what things you Revel the night; rob, murder, and commit

The oldest sins the newest kind of ways? How quickly nature falls into revolt,

Be happy, he will trouble you no more: When gold becomes her object !

England shall double gild his treble guilt ;10 | The hint only of this beautiful scene is taken from 4 i. ; probably from the old Italian rigolo, a Holinshed, p. 541. The poet has wrought up the bare sinall wheel. bald narration of the chronicler in the most pathetic 5 Taking toll. 6 Accumulations and poetical manner.

7 i. e. ended. It is still used in that sense in legal 2 Gates,

conveyances. 8 A biggin was a head-band of coarse cloth ; 30 called Si.'e, confirmed my opinion. because such a forehead-cloth was worn by the Begu. 9 Hour, anciently written horper, is used sometimes ines, an order of nung. Upon his head he wore a as a dissyllable, as well by Shakspeare as others. filthy coarse biggin, and next it a garnish of night-caps.' 10 This playing upon words seems to have been high 'ush, speaking or a miser in his Pierce Penniless. ly admired in the age of Shakspeare

are !

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