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Turning past evils to advantages.
comb In the dead carrion.- Who's here? Westmorland!
SCENE IX. Enter Westmorland. We1 Health to my Sovereign, and new happiness Added to that which I am to deliver !. Prince John, your son, doth kiss your Grace's hand: Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all, Are brought to the correction of your law : There is not now a rebels sword unsheath’d, But Peace puts forth her olive ev'ry where. The manner how this action hath been borne, Here at more leisure may your Highness read, With every course, in his particular.
K. Henry. O Westmorland, thou art a summer-bird, Which ever in the haunch of Winter fings The lifting up of day.
Enter Harcourt. Look, here's more news.
Har. From enemies heav'n keep your Majesty:
make me sick ?
Cla. Oh, my royal father !
War. Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
Cla. No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs; Th' inceffant care and labour of his mind Hath wrought the mure that should confine it in, So thin, that life looks through, and will break out.
Glou. The people fear me ; for they do observe Unfeather'd heirs and loathly births of nature. The seasons change their manners, as the year Had found some months asleep, and leap'd them over.
Cla. The river hath thrice flow'd, no ebb between; And the old folk (time's doating chronicles) Say, it did so a little time before That our great grandsire Edward fick'd and dy’d.
War. Speak lower, Princes, for the King recovers. Glou. This apoplex will, certain, be his end.
K. Henry. I pray you take me up and bear me hence
War. Call for the music in the other room.
SCENE X. Enter Prince Henry.
Gla. I am here, brother, full of heavineis. • P. Henry. How now! rain within doors, and none How doth the King ?
[abroad? Glou. Exceeding ill.
P. Henry. Heard he the good news yet ? Tell it him.
Glou. He alter'd much upon the hearing it.
P. Henry. If he be fick with joy, He'll recover without physic.
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War. Not so much noise, my Lords; sweet Prince,
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.
[Exeunt all but ?. Henry. Why doth the crown lie there
his pillow, Being so troublesome a bed-fellow? “ O polith'd perturbation ! golden care ! “ That keep'st the ports of flumber open wide “ To many a watchful night : sleep with it now! " Yet not so found, and half so deeply sweet, “ As he whofe brow, with homely biggen bound, “ Snores out the watch of night. Majesty! “ When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou doit fit ". “ Like a rich armour worn in heat of day, " That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath There lies a downy feather, which itirs not. Did he suspire, that light and weightless down Perforce must move. My gracious Lord ! my father! This sleep is found, indeed ; this is a sleep, That from this golden rigol hath divorce'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, Which heav'n fhall guard : and put the world's whole Into one giant-arm, it shall not force [ftrength This lineal honour from me. This from thee Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me. [Exit.
SCEN E XI. Enter Warwick, Gloucester, and Clarence. K. Henry. Warwick ! Gloucester ! Clarence ! Cla. Doth the King call ! War. What would your Majesty ? how fares your Grace ?
K. Henry. Why did you leave me here alone, my
K. Henry. The Prince of Wales ! where is he? let me fee him. i War. The door is open, he is gone
way. Glou. 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?
War. My Lord, I found the Prince in the next room.
K. Henry. But wherefore did he take away the crown?
Enter Prince Henry. Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry ; Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. [Ex.Lords.
P. Henry. I never thought to hear you speak again.
K. Henry. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. [thought. Dost thou so hunger for my empty chair, That thou wilt needs invest thee with my honours, Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth ! Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. Stay but a little ; for my cloud of dignity Is held from falling with so weak a wind, That it will quickly drop; my day is dim. Thoú haft stoln that, which, after some few hours, Were thine without offence; and at my death Thou haft seal'd up my expectation; Thy life did manifeit, thou lov’dst me not ; And thou wilt have me die assur'd of it. Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, Which thou hast whitted on thy stony heart, To stab at half an hour of my frail life. What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour! Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself, And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead. Let all the tears that should bedew my herse, Be drops of balm to fanctify thy head ; Only compound me with forgotten dust, Give that which gave thee life unto the worms. Pluck down my officers, break my decrées ; For now a time is come to mock at form ; Henry the Fifth is crown'd: up, Vanity ! Down, Royal ftate ! all you fage counsellors, hence ! “ And to the English court assemble now, “ From ev'ry region, apes of idleness: " Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your fcum; “ Have you a ruffian that will swear? drink? dance ? " Revel the night? rob' murder ! and commit • The olde:t fins the newest kind of ways? • Be happy, he will trouble you no more : [England shall double gild his treble guilt ; *] * Evidently the nopience of fame toolish player. Mr. W