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Turning past evils to advantages.
K. Henry. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her

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:
And, when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl of Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolph,
With a great pow'r of English and of Scots,
Are by the Sh’riff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
K. Henry. And wherefore should these good news

make me sick ?
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in fouleft letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food;
(Such are the poor, in health); or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach; (such the rich,
That have abundance, and enjoy it not).
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my fight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O me, come near me, now I am much ill!
Glou. Comfort your Majesty!

Cla. Oh, my royal father !
Weft. My sovereign Lord, chear up yourself, look up.

War. Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
Are with his Highness very ordinary.
Stand from him, give him air: he'll straight be well.

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
Into tome other chamber : foftly, 'pray.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends,
Unless come doleing *, favourable hand
Will whilper music to my weary fpirit.

War. Call for the music in the other room.
K. Henry. Set me the crown upon my pillow here.
Cia. His eye is hollow and he changes much.
War. Less noise, less noise.

SCENE X. Enter Prince Henry.
P. Henry. Who saw the Duke of Clarence ?

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.

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?
P. Henry. No; I will fit, and watch here by the King.

[Exeunt all but ?. Henry. Why doth the crown lie there

upon

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 ?

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K. Henry. Why did you leave me here alone, my

Lords?
Cla. We left the Prince my brother here, my Liege,
Who undertook to fit and watch by you.

K. Henry. The Prince of Wales ! where is he? let me fee him. i War. The door is open, he is gone

this

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?

go

seek
Is he so halty, that he doth suppose [him out.
My sleep my death? find him, my Lord of Warwick,
And chide him hither straight; this part of his
Conjoins with my diseale, and helps to end me.
See, fons, what things you are ! how quickly nature
Falls to revolt, when gold becomes her object?
For this, the foolish over-careful fathers [care,
Have broke their sleeps with thought, their brains with
Their bones with industry: for this, ingrossed
The canker'd heaps of strange-atchieved gold:
For this they have been thoughtful to invest,
Their fons with arts and martial exercises :
When, like the bee, culling from ev'ry flow'r,
Ourthighs are pack'd with wax,our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive: and, like the bees,
Are murder'd for our pains ! this bitter taste
Yield his ingrossments to the dying father.

Enter Warwick.
Now, where is he, that will not stay so long,
Till his friend, sickness, hath determin’d me?

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 forrow,
That Tyranny, which never quatt'd but blood,
Would by beholding him have wash'd his knife
With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.

K. Henry. But wherefore did he take away the crown?

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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

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