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Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With such a deep demeanour in great forrow,
That Tyranny, which never quaft 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
Enter Prince Henry. Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry; Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. (Exe. Lords.
P. Henry. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Henry. Thy with was father, Harry, to that
I stay too long by thee, I weary thee.
Doft'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 feek'ft the Greainess, 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.
Thou hast stoln That, which, after some few hours,
Were thine without offence ; and at my
Thou hast seal'd up my expectation ;
Thy life did manifeft, thou lov'dft me not ;
And thou wilt have me die affur'd of it.
Thou hid'st a thousand daggers in thy thoughts,
Which thou hast wherted on thy stony. heart,
To ftab 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
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 sanctify thy head'; Only compound me with forgotten duft, 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 ;
Henry the Fifth is crown'd: up, Vanity!
Down, royal State! All you sage Councellors, hence;
And to the English Court afsemble now,
From ev'ry region, apes of Idieness:
Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum;
Have ruffian that will swear ? drink ? dance ?
Revel the night? rob? murder ? and commit
The oldest fins 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 on every
O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows!
When that my care could not withhold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care ?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with Wolves, thy old inhabitants.
P. Henry. O pardon me, my Liege! but for my
[Kneeling. (The moist impediments unto my speech,) I had fore-Itali'd this dear and deep rebuke, 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 L affect it more, Than as your Honour, and as your Renown, Let me no more from this obedience rise, Which my most true and in ward-duteous fpirit . Teacheth this proftrate and exterior bending. Heav'n witness with me, when I here came in, And found no course of breath within your Majesty, How cold it ftruck my heart! If I do feign, O let me in my present wildness die, And never live to shew th' 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 fpake unto the Crown, as having fense,
And thus upbraided it. The care on thee depending
Hath fed upon the body of my father,
Therefore thou best of gold art worft of gold ;.
Other, less fine in carrat, is more precious,
Preserving life in med'cine potable:
But thou, most fine, moft honour'd, most renown'de
Haft eat thy bearer up. Thus, Royal Liege,
Accusing it, I put it on my head,!
with it (as with an enemy
That had before my face murder'd my father)
The quarrel of a true inheritor.
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 heav'n for ever keep it from my head,
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kncel to it!
K. Henry. O my fon!
Heav'n put it in thy mind to take it hence, ,
That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,
Pleading so wisely in excuse of it. 1
Come hither, Harry, fit thou by my bed ;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel,
That ever I shall breathe. Heav'n knows, my fon,
By what by-paths and indirect crook'd ways
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it fat upon my head.
To thee it fall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation:
For all the foil of the latchievement goes.
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me
But as an Honour snatch'd with boist'rous band,
And I had many living to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to blood-fhed,
Wounding supposed peace.
All their bold feats
Thou seest, with peril I have answered.
For all my reign hath been but as a Scene,
Ading that Argument: And now my death
Changes the mode ; for what in me was purchasid,
thee in a much fairer fort;
For thou the garland wear'ft successively.
Yet though thou ftand'ft more sure than I could do,
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green;
And all thy friends, which thou muft make thy friends,
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en out;
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
And by whose pow'r I well might lodge a fear,
To be again difplac'd : which to avoid
I cut them off, and had a purpose now
To lead our many to the Holy Land;
Left Rest and lying still might make them look
Too near into my Štate. Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign Quarrels; that action, hence, borne out,
May waste the memory of former days.
More would I, but my Lungs are waited so,
That strength of speech is utterly deny'd me.
How I came by the Crown, O God, forgive !
And grant it may with thee in true peace live.
P. Henry. My gracious Liege,
You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me;
Then plain and right must my Poffeffion be;
Which I with more than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the world, will rightfully maintain.
Enter Lord John of Lancaster, and Warwick.
K. Henry. Look, look, here comes my John of Lan-
caster. Lan. Health, peace and happiness to my royal father!
K. Henry. Thou bring'st me happiness and peace,
fon John ; But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown From this bare, wither’d, Trunk. Upon thy light My worldly bufiness makes a period. Where is
lord of Warwick ? P. Henry. My lord of Warwick.
K. Henry. Doth any name particular belong
Unto the lodging where I first did swoon ?
War. 'Tis call'd Jerusalem, my noble lord,
K. Henry. Laud be to God! even there my life
It hath been prophefy'd to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem:
Which vainly I suppos'd the Holy Land.
- But bear me to that chamber, there I'll lie:
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
Shallow's Seat in Glo'stershire:
Enter Shallow, Silence, Falstaff, Bardolph,
Y cock and pye, Sir, you shall not away to-night.
What, I say
Fal. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.
Shal. I will not excuse you ; you shall not be excused. Excuses shall not be admitted: there is no excuse shall serve : you shall not be excus’d. Why, Davy,
Davy. Here, Sir.
Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy, let me fee, Davy, let me