KING

Now lords, if God does give successful end, To this debate that bleeds at our doors. We will our youth lead on to higher fields, And draw no swords but what are sanctified: Our navy is addressed, 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. Humphrey my son of Gloucester, where is the prince your brother? And how accompanied? Is not his brother Thomas of Clarence with him? Why art thou not at Winsore with him Thomas? And how accompanied? Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds, And he the noble image of my youth, Is overspread with them, therefore my grief Stretches it self beyond the hour of death: The blood weeps from my heart when I do shape, In forms imaginary, 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 hight blood are his counsellors, When means and lavish manners meet together, O with what wings shall his affections she, Towards fronting peril and opposed decay? 'Tis seldom when the be does leave her comb, In the dead carrion: who S here Westmoreland? Oh Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird, Which ever in the haunch of winter sings The lifting up of day: look heres more news. enter Harco . I pray you take me up and bear me hence, Into some other chamber. Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends, Unless some dull and favourable hand Will whisper music to my weary spirit. Set me the crown upon my pillow here. Warwick, Gloucester, Clarence. Why did you leave me here alone, my lords? Where is the Crown? who took it from my pillow? But wherefore did he take away the crown? E ewhere he comes, come hither to me Harry, Depart the chamber, leave us here alone. exeunt. 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 my honours Before thy hour be ripe! Oh foolish youth, Thou seekest the greatness 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 stolen that, which after some few hours. Were thine, without offence, and at my death Thou hast sealed up my expectation, Thy life did manifest thou lou'dst me not, And thou wilt have me die, assure of it, Thou hidst a thousand daggers in thy thoughts, Whom thou hast whetted on thy stony heart, To stab at half and hour of my life. What, canst thou not forbear me half and hour? Then get thee gone, and dig my graven thy self, And bid the merry Bells' ring to thine ear, That thou art crowned, not that I am dead: Let all the tears that should bedew my hearse Be drops of Balm to sanctify thy head, Only compouud me with forgotten dust. 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: Harry the fifth is crowned, up vanity, Down royal state, all you sage counsellors, hence, And to the English Court assemble now From every region, apes of idleness: Now neighbour confines, purge you of your scum Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, Revel the night rob, murder, and commit The oldest sins, the newest kind of ways? Be happy, he will trouble you no more. England shall double gild his treble gilded, England shall give him office honour, might: For the fifth Harry, from curbed licence, plucks The mussel of restraint, and the wild dog Shall flesh his tooth on every innocent. Oh my poor kingdom! sick with civil blows: When that my care could not withhold thy riots, What wilt thou do when riot is thy care? Oh thou wilt be a wilderness again, Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants. God put in thy mind to take it hence, That thou mightest win the more thy father's love, Pleading so wisely in excuse of it: Come hither Harry, fit thou by my bed, And hear (I think) the very latest counsel That ever I shall breathe. God knows (my son) By what bypaths, and indirect crooked ways, I met this crown, and I my self know well, How troublesome it sat upon my head: To thee it shall descend with better quiet, Better opinion, better confirmation, For all the soil of the achievement goes, With me into the earth, it seemed in me, But as and honour snatched with boisterous hand, And I had many living to upbraid My gain of it, by their assistances, Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed, Wounding supposed peace: all these bold fears Thou seest with peril I have answered: For all my reign hath been but as a Scene, Acting that argument: and now my death Changes the mood, for what in me was purchased, Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort. So thou the garland wearest successively, Yet though thou standest more sure then I could do, Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are green, And all thy friends which thou must make thy friends, Have but their stings and teeth newly taken out: By whose fell working I was first advanced, And by whose power I well might lodge a fear To be again displacde: which to avoid, I cut them off, and had a purpose, now To lead out many to the Holy Land, Lest rest, and lying still, might make them look, Too near unto my state: therefore, my Harry, Be it thy course to busy giddy minds With foreign quarrels, that Actium hence born out, May waste the memory of the former days. More would I, but my lungs are wasted so, That strength of speech is utterly denied me: How I came by the crown, Oh God forgive, And grant it may with thee in true peace live. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster. Thou bringest me happiness and peace son John, But health (alack) with youthful wings is flown From this bore withered true ke: upon thy sighed, My worldly business makes a perjod: Where is my lord of Warwick? Does any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? Laud be to God, even there my life must end. It hath been prophesied to me many years, I should not die, but in Jerusalem, Which vainly I supposed the Holy Land: But bear me to that chamber, there isle lie, Enter Shallow, In that Jerusalem shall Harry die. Falstaff, and Bardolf My Lord chief justice, speak to that vain man. I know thee not old man, fallen to thy prayers, How ill white heirs becomes a fool and jester, I have long dreamt of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swelled, so old, and so profane: But being awaked, I do despise my dream, Make less thy body (hence) and more thy grace, Leave gormandizing know the graven does gape For thee, thrice wider then for other men, Reply not to me with a fool-borne jest, Presume not that I am the thing I was, For God does know, so shall the world perceive, That I have turned away my former self, So will I those that kept me company: When thou dost hear I am as I have been, Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou wast, The tutor and that feeder of my riots: Till then I banish thee on pain of death, As I have done the rest of my misleaders, Not to come near our person by ten mile: For competence of life, I will allow you, That lack of means enforce you not to evils, And as we hear you do reform your selves, We will according to your strengths and qualities, Give you advancement. Be it your charge, my lord, To see performed the tenure of my word: set on. 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, Thomas, Thou hast a better place in his affection Then all thy brother's, cherish it my boy: And noble offices thou mayest effect Of mediation after I am dead, Between his greatness and thy other brothers: 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 be obseru'de, He hath a tear for pity, and a hand, Open as day for meeting charity, Yet notwithstanding being incensed, he is flint. As humorous as winter, and as sudden As flaws congealed in the spring of day: His temper therefore must be well observed, Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth: But being moody, give him time and scope, Till that his passion, Like a whale on ground Confound themselves with working learn this Thomas, And thou shalt prove a sh lter to thy friends, A hoop of gold to bind thy brother's 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. The prince of Wales, where is he? let me see him: he is not here. The Prince hath taken it hence go seek him out: Is he so hasty, that he does suppose my sleep my death? Find him, my lord of Warwick, chide him hither. This partly 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 overcareful father's Have broke their sleep with thoughts, Their brains with care, their bones with industry: For this they have ingrossed and piled up, The cankered heaps of strange atcheeued gold: For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises, When Like the be toling from every flower, Our thigh, packed with wax our mouths with honey, We bring it to the hive: and Like the bees, Are murdered for our pains, this bitter taste Yields his engrossements to the ending father, Now where is he that will not stay so long, Till his friend sickness hands determined me. Enter Warwick . And wherefore should these good news make me sick? Will Fortune never come with both hands full. But wet her fair words still in foulest terms? 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 sighed fails, and my brain is giddy, Oh me, come near me, now I am much ill.