s Unless fome doleing, favourable hand
Will whisper mufick to my weary fpirit.
War. Call for the mufick in the other room.
K. Henry. Set me the crown upon my pillow here:
Cla. His eye is hollow, and he changes much,
War. Lefs noife, lefs noise.

P. Henry. Who faw the Duke of Clarence?
Cla. I am here, brother, full of heavinefs.

P. Henry. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad?

How doth the King?

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 phyfick.

War. Not fo much noise, my lords; fweet Prince, fpeak low;

The King, your father, is difpos'd to fleep.

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 P. Henry. Why doth the Crown lye there upon his pillow, Being fo troublesome a bed-fellow? "O polish'd perturbation! golden care! "That keep'it the ports of lumber open wide "To many a watchful night: fleep with it now!

5 Unless fome DULL AND favourable hand] Thus the old editions read it. Evidently corrupt. Shakespear feems to have wrote,

Unless fome DOLEING favourable hand. Doleing, i. e. a hand ufing foft melancholy airs.

<< Yet

"Yet not fo found, and half fo deeply fweet,
"As he, whofe brow, with homely biggen bound,
"Snores out the watch of night. O Majesty!
"When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou doft fit
"Like a rich armor worn in heat of day,

"That fcalds with fafety. By his gates of breath
There lyes a downy feather, which stirs not:
Did he fufpire, that light and weightless Down
Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father'
This fleep is found, indeed; this is a fleep,
"That from this golden Rigol hath divorc'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 it felf to me. Lo, here it fits,

Which heav'n fhall guard: and put the world's whole ftrength

Into one gyant arm, it shall not force

This lineal Honour from me. This from thee
Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.

S CE NE XI.

Enter Warwick, Gloucester, and Clarence. K. Henry. Warwick! Gloucefler! Clarence! Cla. Doth the King call?

[Exit.

War. What would your Majefty? how fares your Grace?

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.

6 That from this golden Rigol] Crown.

Rigol or circle; meaning the Mr. Pope.

K. Henry.

K. Henry. The Prince of Wales! where is he? let me fee him.

War. This door is open, he is gone this way.

Glou. He came not through the chamber where we ftay'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 feek

him out.

Is he fo hafty, that he doth fuppofe

My fleep my death? find him, my lord of Warwick,
And chide him hither ftraight; this part of his
Conjoins with my disease, 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

Have broke their fleeps with thought, their brains with

care,

Their bones with induftry: for this, engroffed
The canker'd heaps of ftrange-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,
Our thighs are packt with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the Bees,
Are murder'd for our pains! this bitter tafte
Yield his engrossments to the dying father.
Enter Warwick.

Now, where is he, that will not stay fo long,
'Till his friend, Sicknefs, hath determin'd me?
War. My lord, I found the Prince in the next room,
Washing with kindly tears his gentle cheeks;
With fuch a deep demeanour in great forrow,
That Tyranny, which never quaft but blood,
Would by beholding him have wash'd his knife
. VOL. IV.

U

With

With gentle eye-drops. He is coming hither.
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. [Exe. Lords. P. Henry. I never thought to hear you speak again. K. Henry. Thy wifh was father, Harry, to that thought:

I ftay too long by thee, I weary thee.

Doft thou fo hunger for my empty Chair,

That thou wilt needs inveft thee with my Honours,
Before thy hour be ripe? O foolish youth!

Thou feek'ft the Greatnefs, 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 haft ftoln That, which, after fome few hours,
Were thine without offence; and at my death
Thou haft feal'd up my expectation 3

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 haft whetted on thy ftony heart,
To ftab at half an hour of my frail life.
What! canft thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my Grave thy felf,
And bid the merry bells ring to thy ear..
That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Let all the tears, that fhould bedew my herfe,
Be drops of balm to fanctifie 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!

H

Down,

Down, royal State! All you fage Couneellors, hence; "And to the English Court affemble now,

"From ev'ry region, apes of Idleness:

"Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your fcum; "Have you a ruffian that will fwear? drink? dance? "Revel the night? rob? murder? and commit "The oldeft fins the neweft kind of ways? "Be happy, he will trouble you no more: "[England fhall double gild his treble Guilt; ] England fhall give him office, honour, might: "For the Fifth Harry from curb'd licence plucks "The muzzle of reftraint; and the wild dog "Shall fleth his tooth on every innocent. 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

tears,

[Kneeling.

(The moist impediments unto my fpeech,)
I had fore-ftall'd this dear and deep rebuke,
Ere you with grief had fpoke, and I had heard
The course of it fo 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 moft true and inward-duteous spirit

7 England ball double gild bis treble Guilt;] Evidently the nonfenfe of fome foolish Player: For we must make a difference between what Shakespear might be fuppos'd to have written off hand, and what he had corrected. Thefe Scenes are of the latter kind; therefore fuch lines by no means to be efteemed his. But except Mr. Pope, (who judiciously threw out this line) not one of Shakespear's Editors feem ever to have had fo reafonable and neceffary a rule in their heads, when they fet upon correcting this author.