and there will I visit master Robert Shallow, esquire: I have him already tempering between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I seal with him. Conie away,

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt,

Westminster. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King HENRY, CLARENCE, Prince Huм¬ PHREY WARWICK, and Others.

K, Hen. Now, Lords, if heaven doth give successful end

To this debate that bleedeth at our doors,
We will our youth lead on to higher fields,
And draw no swords but what are sanctify'd.~
Our navy is address'd, our power collected,
Our substitutes in absence well invested,
And every thing lies level to our wish:
Only, we want a little personal strength,
And pause us, till these rebels, now afoot,
Come underneath the yoke of government.
War. Both which, we doubt not but your
Majesty

Shall soon enjoy.

K. Hen. Humphrey, my son of Gloster,
Where is the Prince your brother?

P. Humpli. I think, he's gone to hunt, my
Lord, at Windsor.
K. Hen. And how accompanied?

P. Humph. I do not know, my Lord.

K. Hen. Is not his brother, Thomas of Clarence, with him?

R Humph. No, my good Lord; he is in presence here. Cla. What would my Lord and father? K. Hen. Nothing but well to thee. Thomas of Clarence.

How chance, thou art not with the Prince thy

brother?

He loves thee, and thou dost neglect him, Tho

mas:

Thou hast a better place in his affection,
Than all thy brothers: cherish it, my boy;
And noble offices thou may'st effect

Of mediation, after I am dead,

Between his greatness and thy other brethren: --
Therefore, omit him not; blunt not his love:
Nor lose the good advantage of his grace,
By seeming cold, or careless of his will,
For he is gracious, if he he observ'd;

He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity:

Yet notwithstanding, being incens'd, he't flint;
As humorous as winter, and as sudden
As flaws congealed in the spring of day.
His temper, therefore, must be well observ'd:
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,
When you perceive his blood inclin'd to mirth:
But, being moody, give him line and scope;.
Till that his passions, like a whale on ground,
Coufound themselves with working. Learn this
Thomas,

And thou shalt prove a shelter to thy friends;
A hoop of gold, to bind thy brothers in;
That the united vessel of their blood,
Mingled with venom of suggestion,
(As, force perforce, the age will pour it in,)

Shall never leak, though it do work as strong As aconitum, or rash gunpowder.

Cla. I shall observe him with all care and

love.

K. Hen. 'Why art thou not at Windsor with him, Thomas ?

Cla. He is not there to-day; he dines in London.

K. Hen. And how accompanied? can'st tho tell that?

Cla. With Poins, and other his continual followers.

K. Hen. Most subject is the fattest soil te weeds;

And he, the noble image of my youth,

Is overspread with them: Therefore my grief. Stretches itself beyond the hour of death;

The blood weeps from my heart, when I de shape,

In forms imaginary, the unguided days,
And rotten times, that you shall look upon
When I am sleeping with my ancestors.
For when his headstrong riot hath no curb,
When rage and hot blood are his counsellors,
When means and lavish manners meet together,
O, with what wings shall his affections fly
Towards fronting peril and oppos'd decay!
War. My gracious Lord, you look beyond
him quite :

The Prince but studies his companions,

Like a strange tongue: wherein, to gain the language,

"Tis needful, that the most immodest word Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd,.

Your Highness knows, comes to no further use, But to be known, and hated. So, like gross

terms,

The Prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers: and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

By which his Grace must mete the lives of others;
Turning past evils to advantages.

K. Hen. 'Tis seldom, when the bee doth leave her comb

In the dead carrion. Who's here? Westmoreland?

West.

Enter WESTMORELAND.

Health to my Sovereign! and new happiness

Added to that that 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 rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But peace puts forth her olive every w!
where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here, at more leisure, may your Highness read;
With every course, in his particular.

K. Hen. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,

Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day. Look! here's more news.

Enter HARCOURT.

Har. From enemies heaven keep your Ma

jesty;

And when they stand against you, may they falt As those that I am come to tell you of!

The Earl Northumberland, and the lord Bardolph,

With a great power of English, and of Scots,
Are by the sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains at large.
K. Hen. 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, That have abundance, and enjoy it not.

I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:
me! come near me, now I am much ill

[Swoons.

P. Humph. Comfort, your Majesty!
Cla. O my royal father!

West. My sovereign Lord, cheer up your

self, 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:

The incessant 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.
f. Humph. The people fear me, for they

do observe