The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over. That our great grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. [They convey the King into an inner part of the Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Will whisper music to my weary spirit. War. Call for the music in the other room. Enter Prince HENRY. P. Hen. Who saw the duke of Clarence? Cla. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. P. Hen. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! How doth the king? P. Humph. Exceeding ill. P. Hen. Heard he the good news yet? Tell it him. P. Humph. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. P. Hen. If he be sick With joy, he will recover without physic. War. Not so much noise, my lords :-sweet prince, speak low; The king, your father, is dispos'd to sleep. Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room. War. Will't please your grace to go along with us? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! [Putting it on his head. Which heaven shall guard: And put the world's whole strength 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. Hen. Warwick! Gloster! Clarence! Re-enter WARWICK and the rest.. Cla. Doth the king call? [Exit. War. What would your majesty? How fares your grace? K. Hen. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords ? Cla. We left the prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. Hen. The prince of Wales? Where is he? let me see him He is not here. War. This door is open; he is gone this way. P. Humph. He came not through the chamber where we stay❜d. K. Hen. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. K. Hen. The prince hath ta'en it hence :-go, seek him out. Is he so hasty, that he doth suppose My sleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick; chide him hither. [Exit WARWICK. This part of his conjoins with my disease, And helps to end me.-See, sons, 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 sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry; For this they have engrossed and pil'd up The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold; Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey, Re-enter WARWICK. Now, where is he that will not stay so long War. My lord, I found the prince in the next room, Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks; With such a deep demeanour in great sorrow, 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. Hen. 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 CLARENCE, Prince HUMPHREY, Lords, &c. P. Hen. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Hen. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee, Stay but a little; for my cloud of dignity That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. Thou hast stol'n that, which, after some few hours, Thy life did manifest, thou lov'dst me not, Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts; To stab at half an hour of my life. What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Be drops of balm, to sanctify thy head: Give that, which gave thee life, unto the worms. For now a time is come to mock at form, Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum: |