"Tis needful that the most immodest word By which his grace must mete the lives of others, King. 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb West. Health to my sovereign, and new happiness Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand: King. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, The lifting up of day. Enter HARCOURT. Look, here's more news. Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty; The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph, 70 90 100 King. And wherefore should these good news make me sick? Will Fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest 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 are the rich, I should rejoice now at this happy news; 105 stomach appetite. 110 Glou. Comfort, your majesty! Clar. O my royal father! Stand from him, give him air; he 'll straight be well. Say it did so a little time before That our great-grandsire, Edward, sick'd and died. 120 130 [Exeunt. The King is borne out. SCENE V. Another chamber. The KING lying on a bed: CLARENCE, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, and others in attendance. King. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends; Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit. Wor. Call for the music in the other room. King. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. Prince. Enter PRINCE HENRY. Who saw the Duke of Clarence? Clar. I am here, brother, full of heaviness. Prince. How now! rain within doors, and none abroad! How doth the King? Glou. Exceeding ill. Prince. Tell it him. Heard he the good news yet? Glou. He alter'd much upon the hearing it. Prince. If he be sick with joy, he 'll recover without physic. War. Not so much noise, my lords: sweet Prince, speak low: The King, your father is dispos'd to sleep. Clar. Let us withdraw into the other room. 20 [Exeunt all but the Prince. Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow, Being so troublesome a bedfellow? O polish'd perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night! sleep with it now! Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet As he whose brow with homely biggen bound Snores out the watch of night. O majesty! When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit Like a rich armour worn in heat of day, That scalds with safety. By his gates of breath There lies a downy feather which stirs not: Did he suspire, that light and weightless down Perforce must move. My gracious lord! my father! This sleep is sound indeed; this is a sleep That from this golden rigol hath divorc'd So many English kings. Thy due from me Is tears and heavy sorrows 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. [Puts on the crown.] Lo, here it sits, Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength Into one giant arm, it shall not force This lineal honour from me: this from thee Will I to mine leave, as 't is left to me. Re-enter WARWICK, GLOUCESTER, CLARENCE, and the rest. Clar. Doth the King call? 30 (Erit War. What would your majesty? How fares your grace? King. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Clar. We left the Prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. 51 King. The Prince of Wales! Where is he? let me see him: He is not here. War. This door is open; he is gone this way. Glou. He came not through the chamber where we stay'd. King. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? War. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. King. The Prince hath ta'en it hence: go, seek him out. Is he so hasty that he doth suppose My sleep my death? 60 Find him, my Lord of Warwick; chide him hither. [Erit Warwick. This part of his conjoins with my disease, And helps to end me. See, sons, what things you are! How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry; For this they have engrossed and pil'd up The virtuous sweets, Our thighs with wax, our mouths with honey pack'd, Re-enter WARWICK. Now, where is he that will not stay so long Re-enter PRINCE HENRY. Lo, where he comes. Come hither to me, Harry. 70 80 90 Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. [Exeunt Warwick and the rest. Prince. I never thought to hear you speak again. King. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought: I stay too long by thee, I weary thee. Dost thou so hunger for mine empty chair That thou wilt needs invest thee with mine honours Thou seek'st the greatness that will overwhelm thee. 82 determin'd brought to an end. 97 hour: a dissyllable. Is held from falling with so weak a wind 100 That it will quickly drop: my day is dim. Thou hast stol'n that which after some few hours Thy life did manifest thou lovedst me not, What canst thou not forbear me half an hour? Down, royal state! all you sage counsellors, hence! Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your scum : Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants! Prince. O, pardon me, my liege! but for my tears, The moist impediments unto my speech, 130 140 |