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Hum. The people feare me, for they do obserue
Vnfather'd heires, and lothly births of nature,
The seasons change their manners, as the yeere
Hath found some moneths a sleepe, and leapt them ouer.
Clar. The riuer hath thrice flowed, no ebbe between,
And the old folk, (times doting chronicles,)
Say, it did so a little time before
That our great grandfire Edward, fickt and died.
War. Speake lower, princes, for the king recouers.
Hum. This apoplexi wil certaine be his end.
King. I pray you take me vp, and beare me hence,
Into some other chamber.
Let there be no noyse made, my gentle friends,
Vnlelle fome dull and fauourable hand
Will whisper musique to my weary spirite.
War. Call for the musique in the other roome.
King. Set me the crowne vpon my pillow here.
Clar. His eie is hollow, and he changes much.
War. Lesse noyse, lesse noyse.
Prince. Who saw the duke of Clarence ?
Clar. I am here brother, ful of heauinesse.
Prince. How now, raine within doores, and none abroad? How doth the king ?
Hum. Exceeding ill.
Prince. Heard he the good newes yet? tell it him.
Hum. He altred much vpon the hearing it.
Prince. If he be sicke with ioy, hecle recouer without phi-
ficke. War. Not so much noyse my lords, sweete prince, speake lowe, the king your father is disposde to sleepe.
Cla. Let vs withdraw into the other roome.
War. Wilt please your grace to go along with vs ?
Prince. No, I wil fit and watch heere by the king. Why doth the crowne lie there vpon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bed fellow? O polisht perturbation ! golden care! That keepft the ports of flumber open wide To many a watchfull night, neepe with it now! Yet not so sound, and halfe so deeply sweete, As he whose brow (with homely biggen bound) Snores out the watch of night. O maiestie ! When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit Like a rich armour worne in heate of day, That scaldst with fafty (by his gates of breath) There lies a dowlny feather which stirs not, Did he suspire, that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue my gracious lord' my father : This sleepe is found indeede, this is a seepe, That from this golden rigoll hath diuorst So many English kings, thy deaw from me, Is teares and heauy forowes of the blood, Which nature, loue, and filiall tendernesle Shall (O deare father) pay thee plenteously: My due from thee is this imperiall crownc, Which as immediate from thy place and blood, Deriues it felfe to me: loe where it fits, Which God shal guard, and put the worlds whole strength Into one giant arme, it shal not force, This lineal honor from me, this from thee Will I to mine leaue, as tis left to me.
Enter Warwicke, Gloucester, Clarence.
King. Warwicke, Gloucester, Clarence.
Clar. Doth the king cal?
War. What would your maiestie?
King. Why did you leaue me here alone, my lords?
Cla. We left the prince my brother here my liege, who vadertooke to fit and watch by you.
King. The prince of Wales, where is he? let me see him : he is not here.
War. This doore is open, he is gone this way.
Hum. He came not through the chamber where we Itaide.
King. Where is the crowne? who tooke it from my pillow!
War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here.
King. The prioce hath tane it hence, go seeke him out :
Is he so hastie, that he doth suppose my Deepe my death?
Finde him, my lord of Warwicke, chide him hither.
This part of his conioynes with my disease,
And helps to end me; see, sonnes, what things you are,
How quickly nature falls into reuolt,
When gold becomes her abiect ?
For this, the foolish ouer-carefull fathers
Haue broke their neepe with thoughts,
Their braines with care, their bones with industry:
For this they haue ingrossed and pilld vp,
The cankred heapes of strange atcheeued gold :
For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuelt
Their fonnes with arts and martiall exercises,
When like the bee toling from euery flower,
Our thigh, packt with waxe, our mouthes with hony,
We bring it to the hiue: and like the bees,
Are murdred for our pines, this bitter taste
Yeelds his engrossements to the ending father,
Now where is he that will not stay fo long,
Till his friend ficknesle hands determind me,
War. My lord, I found the prince in the next roome,
Washing with kindly teares, his gente cheekes,
With such a deepe demeangur in great forrow,
That tyranny, which neuer quaft but bloud,
Would by beholding him, haue washt his knife,
With gentle eie-drops, hee is comming hither.
King. But wherefore did he take away the crowne ?
Loe where he comes, come hither to me Harry,
Depart the chamber, leaue vs here alone.
Harry. I neuer thought to heare you speake againe.
King. Thy wish was father (Harry,) to that thought
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee,
Dost thou so hunger for mine emptie chaire,
That thou wilt needes inueft thee with my honors,
Before thy howre be ripe! O foolish youth,
Thou seekst the greatnesse that will ouerwhelme thee,
Stay but a little, for my clowd of dignity
Is held from falling with so weake a wind,
That it will quickly drop: my day is dim,
Thou hast stolne that, which after some few houres,
Were thine, without offence, and at my death,
Thou hast seald vp my expectation,
Thy life did manifest thou lou'art me not,
And thou wilt haue me die, assurde of it,
Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Whom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To ftab at halfe an hower of my life.
What, canst thou not forbeare me halfe an hower ?
Then get thee gone, and digge my graue thy felfe,
And bid the mery bells ring to thine eare,
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead:
Let all the teares that should bedew my hearse
Be drops of balme, to fanctifie thy head,
Only compound me with forgotten dust.
Giue that which gave thec life, vnto the wormes,
Plucke downe my officers, breake my decrees,
For now a time is come to mocke at forme:
Harry the fift is crownd, vp vanitie,
Downe royall state, all you fage counsailers, hence,
And to the English court asemble now
From euery region, apes of idlenelle :
Now neighbour confines, purge you of your scumme
Haue you a ruffin that will fweare, drinke, daunce,
Rcuell the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldest finnes, the newest kind of waies?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more.
England (hal double gild his trebble gilt,
England shall giue him office, honour, might :
From the fift Harry, from curbd licence, plucks
The musel of restraint, and the wild dogge
Shal flesh his tooth on euery innocent.
O my poore kingdome! ficke with ciuill blowes :
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care?
O thou wilt be a wildernesse againe,
Peopled with woolues, thy old inhabitants.
Prince. O pardon me, my liege, but for my teares,
The most impediments vnto my speech,
I had forestald this deere and deep rebuke,
Ere you with griefe had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so far : there is your crowne:
And he that weares the crowne immortally,
Long gard it yours: if I affect it more,
Then as your honour, and as your renowne,
Let me no more from this obedience rise,
Which my most inward true and duteous fpirit,
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending,
God witnesse with me. When I here came in,
and found no course of breath within your maiesty,