55 60 65 No sense have they of ills to come, Yet see how all around them wait And black misfortune's baleful 10 train. These shall the fury passions tear, And shame that skulks behind; That inly gnaws the secret heart; Ambition this shall tempt to rise, The stings of falsehood those shall try, And keen remorse,13 with blood defiled, Lo, in the vale of years beneath 70 75 80 The painful family of death, More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints, this fires the veins, 14 To each his suffering; all are men, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. 85 90 Yet ah! why should they know their fate? 95 And happiness too swiftly flies; 100 THE DEATH-BED OF HENRY IV. SCENE FROM "KING HENRY IV." Enter PRINCE HENRY. 5 I will sit here and watch beside the King. This sleep is sound; this is a sleep [Putting it on his head. 15 20 Which heaven 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 Exit. K. Henry (awaking). Warwick! Glo'ster! Clarence! Enter WARWICK. Warwick. What would your majesty? How fares your grace? K. Henry. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Clarence. We left the Prince my brother here, my liege, Who undertook to sit and watch by you. K. Henry. The Prince of Wales? let me see him. He is not here. Warwick. This door is open, he is gone this way. K. Henry. Where is the crown? who took it from my pillow? Warwick. When we withdrew, my liege, we left it here. K. Henry. The Prince hath ta'en it hence— go seek him out. Is he so hasty that he doth suppose My sleep my death? Find him, my Lord of Warwick,-chide him hither. 25 30 35 40 |