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

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

Our thighs packed with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains.

Come hither to me, Harry:

Depart the chamber, leave us here alone.

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

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.

* Taking toll.

Thou hast stolen that, which, after some few hours, Were thine without offence; and at my death, Thou hast seal'd up my expectation:*

Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not,

And thou wilt have me die assured of it.

Thou hidest a thousand daggers in thy thoughts;
Which thou hast whetted on thy stony heart,
To stab at half an hour of my 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 thine ear,
That thou art crowned; not that I am dead.
Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse
Be drops of balm to sanctify thy head:
Only compound me with forgotten dust;

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 crowned;-up, vanity!

Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence!
And to the English court assemble 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 eldest sins, the newest kind of ways?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
England shall double gild his treble guilt;
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.

O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,

* Confirmed my opinion.

**

What wilt thou do, when riot is thy care?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,

Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants!

P. Hen. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech,

I had forestall'd this dear and deep rebuke,

[Kneeling.

Ere you with grief had spoke, and I had heard
The course of it so 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 rise,
(Which my most true and inward-duteous spirit
Teacheth) this prostrate and exterior bending!
Heaven witness 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 present wildness die ;

And never live to show the incredulous world
The noble change that I have purposed.
Coming to look on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead almost, 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;

Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold,
Other, less fine in carat,* is more precious,

Preserving life in medicine potable:†

But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most renown'd,

Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal liege,

Accusing it, I put it on my head;

To try with it,-as with an enemy

That had before my face murder'd my father,—

The quarrel of a true inheritor

* Weight.

T be taken.

But if it did infect my blood with joy,
Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine

Did with the least affection of a welcome
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head!
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it.

KING HENRY V.

INVOCATION TO THE MUSE.

O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention !

A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and, at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire
Crouch for employment.

CONSIDERATION.

Consideration like an angel came,

And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him;

Leaving his body as a paradise,

To envelop and contain celestial spirits.

WARLIKE SPIRIT.

Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man :

They sell the pasture now, to buy the horse;
Following the mirror of all Christian kings.
With winged heels, as English Mercuries.
For now sits Expectation in the air;

And hides a sword, from hilts unto the point,
With crowns imperial, crowns, and coronets,
Promised to Harry, and his followers.

APOSTROPHE TO ENGLAND.

O England!-model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,-
What mightest thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!

But see thy fault! France hath in thee found out
A nest of hollow bosoms, which he* fills
With treacherous crowns.

DAME QUICKLY'S ACCOUNT OF FALSTAFF'S DEATH.

'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child;† 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' *i.e. The King of France.

† A child not more than a month old.