SCENE X.

Enter Prince Henry.

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

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 noife, my lords. Sweet Prince, fpeak low;

The King, your father, is difpos'd to fleep.
Cla. Let us withdraw into the other room.

War. Will't pleafe 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 troublefome a bed-fellow?

O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep'it the ports of lumber open wide
To many a watchful night. Sleep with it now.--
Yet not fo found, and half fo deeply fweet,
As he, whofe brow, with homely biggen bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O Majefty!
When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou doft fit
Like a rich armor worn in heat of day,
That scalds with fafety. By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather, which stirs not;
Did he fufpire, that light and weightless Down
Perforce muft move. My gracious lord! my father!
-1 his fleep is found, indeed; this is a fleep,

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That

That from this golden Rigol hath divorc'd
So many Englife Kings. Thy Due from me
Is tears, and heavy forrows of the blood;
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness
Shall, O my 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,

[Putting it on his head. Which heav'n fhall guard; and put the world's whole

ftrength

Into one giant arm, it fhall not force

This lineal Honour from me.

This from thee

[Exit.

Will I to mine leave, as 'tis left to me.

Enter Warwick, Gloucefter, and Clarence.

K. Henry. Warwick! Gloucefter! Clarence!
Cla. Doth the King call?

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.

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

way.

War. This door is open, he is gone gone this Glou. He came not through the chamber where we stay'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

him out.

feek

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 difeafe, 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 engroffments to the dying father.

Enter Warwick.

Now, where is he, that will not ftay 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 quart but blood,
Would by beholding him have wafh'd his knife
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.

[Exeunt Lords.

4 Yield his engrossments.] His accumulations.

P. Henry.

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 feel't the Greatnefs, that will overwhelm thee,
Stay but a little; for my cloud of Dignity
Is held from falling with fo 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; *
Thy life did manifeft, thou lov'dft me not;
And thou wilt have me die affur'd of it.
Thou hid'ft 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 thyself,
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 fanctify thy head;
Only compound 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;
Henry the Fifth is crown'd. Up, Vanity!

Down, royal State! All you fage Counsellors, hence;
And to the English Court affemble now,
From ev'ry region, apes of Idleness;

fcum ;

Now, neighbour confines, purge you of your
Have you a ruffian that will fwear, drink, dance,
Revel the night, rob, murder, and commit
The oldeft fins the newest kind of ways?

* — feal'd up my expectation;] Thou haft conformed my opinion.

Ee

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 restraint, and the wild dog
Shall flesh 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 wildernels again,

Peopled with Wolves, thy old inhabitants.

P. Heny. O pardon me, my Licge! but for my tears,

The moist impediments unto my fpeech,

I had fore-fall'd this dear and deep rebuke,

[Kneeling.

Ere you with grief had fpoke, and I had heard
The courfe of it fo far. There is your
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 rife,

5 England ball double gild his treble Gui; Evidently the nonfenfe of fome foolish Player: For we muit 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 esteemed his. But except Mr. Pope, (who judicioufly 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. WARBURTON. I know not why this commentator fhould speak with fo much confidence what he cannot know, pr determine fo pofitively what

fo capricious a writer as our poet might either deliberately or wantonly produce. This line is indeed fuch as difgraces a few that precele and follow it, but it fits well enough with the daggers hid in thought, and whetted on the finty hearts; and the answer which the prince makes, and which is applauded for wif dom, is not of a frain much higher than this ejected line.

This is obfcure in the conftruction, though the general meaning is clear enough. The order is, this obedience which is taught this exterior bending by my duteous pirit; or, this obedience which teaches this exteriour bending to my inwardly duteous fpirit. I know not which is right.